Hot Coffee (The Hollens)

Ethan's POV

Why couldn't I just keep my hands off her?

I'd rushed after her as she ran out of the kitchen, looking sad and scared. I'd followed her directly to her bedroom, forgetting about everyone else. When I kissed her she'd stopped me before it escalated any further.

What she said made sense. I was engaged to another woman and there were police officers in the house conducting an investigation. Any of them could request my presence at any moment. And there she was, laying on the bed with me hovering over her like my prey. 

I got up, straightened my clothes and left her room. I had to put that to the back of my mind, for now, but I was becoming crazy about her, having dreams and fantasies about her. God, I wanted her. To have and to hold.

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One week later, Halley was in much better health and had recovered wonderfully. The NYPD, along with Detective Sam, tracked down the two culprits and had already stuck them behind bars. They explained that they had bought the drugs from a Colombian and decided to use it on a bunch of the girls at Matt's birthday party. Halley had gotten an overdose because those fools had no idea what the hell they were doing. Her body reacted to the foreign substance differently and turned it into a poison in her blood stream. It drug was Liquid XXS, one of the most dangerous and effective drugs in the world; it could knock out an elephant. 

I left the office at around 6:00 p.m. I headed straight home to make sure the ladies were alright. When I got in the living room there were suitcases and boxes everywhere. Emma and Halley were descending from the stairs, looking tired and drained as Sharon was sipping on a glass of wine at the dining table.

"What's going on here?" I asked.

She looked up at me with her puppy dog eyes. "Oh darling, you're home. I've missed you," she hugged me; I didn't respond. 

Oh shit, in the Bahamas I did told her she could move in. Was she doing that right now?  "You're moving in already?" I asked.

"Yes."

Damn it. 

A stumble woke me from my thoughts. We rushed to the stairs. A suitcase had slipped from Emma and toppled over.

Thank goodness. I thought someone had fallen.

the hell!" Sharon screamed as she ran to the fallen suitcase, "You little fool, why are you so stupid?

like that. Emma was my maid, not

sorry." Emma apologized.

white with black mixed

that no one was hurt." I walked over

was hurt! That stupid

crossed the damn line! How can you insult someone over a damn suitcase? Your suitcase isn't alive Sharon." 'dI reached a

you dare defend

are," I handed her the suitcase. "Carry

looked at me as if I had just spoken a foreign language.

your duties," I said to them as they wiped traces

upstairs? They shouldn't even be lifting anything. That was

Sharon as I watched her struggle with the suitcase.

"I sent them away."

you didn't know they were the ones who had to do that

should they when we've

really knew how to press my buttons. "Sharon, I don't want the maids doing things like this. This could cause problems for them in the future. They're women,

you're so

you're going to live here, you might as well change that damn attitude of yours. And don't

took the suitcase from her again and carried

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found myself knocking on Emma's door.

coffee." I didn't really want a coffee, I

was wrapped in a bath towel. "Can you

smirked as I envisioned what I wanted to do