They drifted off, falling into a deep sleep. Neither had care for the time at that point. All the worries and wondering they had about the situation, it paused, stopped. Sarah laid there, her head resting on the chest of her boss. Only she was starting to think of him as Scott, her lover. She smiled softly, she could feel his breath, and it soothed her. She knew she was falling, if not fallen in love with him. That fact scared her.
Sarah had dated, had romance in her life. She'd slept only with a couple of guys and yet this was on a level so different. There was a connection with this man, something deeper. She felt it, hell if she was being honest she felt it the moment he hired her. Letting Scott know that though, it would give him a power and she wasn't sure she was ready to do that. She sighed softly and moved to slip from his arms. She wanted to look into the name she had been given.
She took a clean shirt from his closet and buttoned it up. Taking a moment to inhale his scent she then left the room and grabbed her laptop. She curled up in the couch and began typing away, looking at various sites that would lead her into some information of Jessica Saunders. She found a missing persons article almost right away. It listed her age, location, and all the various things about her.
The girl had been young, going to school and majoring in politics. Sarah thought to herself that must have been where the interest in Richards had started. She continued to read, lost in the work she was reading. The girl had gone missing for several days, which turned into weeks. She had been found wandering the roads, her face bruised, marks on her arms. It looked like lashing of some sort.
It made Sarah cringe as she read about the injuries the poor girl had endured. It wasn't till she came across another story where the girl was said to have been mumbling a name when she was found that she lost her breath. The girl had reported to the police when first interviewed the name Michael. They had even found a very small carving of two initials, mr. They didn't think anything of it but it stood out to Sarah. She thought of what she'd been told over the phone and some of her research she did for the sex club.
Richards had marked the young girl.
"What are you up to Sarah?"
She jumped slightly, startled at the voice. She looked up from the pink laptop and smiled into the eyes of the man leaning in the hallway. Scott had slipped on his boxers and nothing else, the man looked almost godlike. "I couldn't sleep anymore and needed to start working on Richards."
"The shirt looks good on you," he said giving her the once over yet again, his eyes stopping on her legs before moving to her face. "What have you found out?"
She briefly told him what she had found, the brief information of the girl. He wasn't surprised after knowing of Richards exploits. He was just a little in shock that the girl was just roaming around. He would have though some big wig political type would be more careful with his extra curricular activities. He picked up his cell that lay on the table. It was a quick conversation regarding the girl and getting police reports or even photos. He had those connections he'd need to get it done.
"They will be sending that info over later, here to the house," he said and walked toward the kitchen.
There was nothing else said just a quiet silence as she heard him moving around. It was a little early so she imagined the coffee was being made. Sarah didn't know what would be next. How the morning would go, it was all up in the air so to say. She decided to not wait around and walked in to the kitchen.
She was greeted to the sight of Scott's back as he moved, grabbing a few cups for the coffee. The man was physically beautiful. There wasn't too much muscle, his body not too finely sculpted. He kept fit and it showed though. He was strong, his arms and hands the perfect size to hold and tease her. She actually let out a little sigh and he turned with a smile on his lips.
"Thought coffee would do us some good."
