Beautiful_Sub
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His questions were fired at her rapidly but Natasha did her best to answer each and everyone of them to the best of her ability. "Yes they searched my house and car. The storage unit is technically under the name of my business and not me." She explained as she wrote the code down for the unit.
"It's where I store extra furnishings from jobs that have ended and things that will be used again since I also stage properties for realtors wanting to give a house a little touch of class at open houses". Natasha later added trying to remember if either Max or Carrie knew about her locker. Eventually it came to her she sank into her chair with shock.
"I took Carrie there maybe once or twice tops, to show her few items and possibly get a few ideas for her vacation home." She told Smith not really wanting to believe that Carrie would have been making notes on her. Gosh, at the time Natasha wasn't even fooling around with Max which made her even more confused about why she would take the time to mark the code to her unit down.
Natasha got even more bummed when Smith took her phone and wiped it. "I'm already on lockdown and now I'm back to the stone age?" she huffed as he left promising to return. With contact being cut off she made herself cozy at home for what it counted. Natasha threw on an old oversized sweatshirt and bundled up on her sofa flicking through tv channels in search of something on that didn't involve her.
She looked up at the clock many times watching the time fly by slowly. "No, don't call her Nat!" she told herself as she thumbed through her cell phone. The thought to call Carrie had crossed her mind entire time Smith had been gone. Natasha wanted to know if it was her and why? Why she would do such a thing but that was obvious. Carrie was a scorned and pissed off woman over a man who couldn't keep it in his pants. That was a feeling Natasha had never known. She had never been in love or had her heart broken for that matter.
It was an half hour to six when she heard the knock on her door. Natasha ran to it eagerly hoping that it was her knight in shining armor, Smith. Unfortunately, it was just the good detective who interviewed her the day before coming to search her kitchen for a matching knife set to the weapon found.
"This is a warrant Miss Fields." He said with a big smile as he flashed the paper in face. "I've come to search you...your home. " he spat as he pushed his way through the last few feet of her doorway. "I'm sure you know the drill Miss fields."
Natasha moved out of his way and waited as his partner followed in behind him. She wasn't in the cheeriest of moods and it showed on her face. "Do what you want! I'm going to go throw on some pants." She said looking over to the detectives far less attractive partner before saying. "Please make sure your clumsy cop hands don't damage anything."
Natasha then started for her bedroom and as she stepped inside noticed that the Detective had followed her. "I can dress myself thank you" she said smugly as he leaned himself up against a wall in her bedroom watching her.
"Just routine Miss Fields. Can't have you destroying evidence now can we?". He said watching as she pulled out a tight fitting pair of sweats and threw them on. "You called me yesterday Natasha. Was that to come clean to me or..." he said tilting his head a little to the side paying exclusive attention to how the stretching fabric slid over her firm ass "Or was there some other reason you called? Maybe something I could have done for you perhaps?"
He stood in her doorway blocking her way to the living room with a big smile. Natasha wasn't going to play this game right now and refused to answer his questions. Their brief little stand off would soon be interrupted by his partner giving him a shout. "Well, I think we've may have just found what we were looking for Miss Fields." The detective spoke and lifted his arm high enough for her to slip under it and out into the living area.
"It's where I store extra furnishings from jobs that have ended and things that will be used again since I also stage properties for realtors wanting to give a house a little touch of class at open houses". Natasha later added trying to remember if either Max or Carrie knew about her locker. Eventually it came to her she sank into her chair with shock.
"I took Carrie there maybe once or twice tops, to show her few items and possibly get a few ideas for her vacation home." She told Smith not really wanting to believe that Carrie would have been making notes on her. Gosh, at the time Natasha wasn't even fooling around with Max which made her even more confused about why she would take the time to mark the code to her unit down.
Natasha got even more bummed when Smith took her phone and wiped it. "I'm already on lockdown and now I'm back to the stone age?" she huffed as he left promising to return. With contact being cut off she made herself cozy at home for what it counted. Natasha threw on an old oversized sweatshirt and bundled up on her sofa flicking through tv channels in search of something on that didn't involve her.
She looked up at the clock many times watching the time fly by slowly. "No, don't call her Nat!" she told herself as she thumbed through her cell phone. The thought to call Carrie had crossed her mind entire time Smith had been gone. Natasha wanted to know if it was her and why? Why she would do such a thing but that was obvious. Carrie was a scorned and pissed off woman over a man who couldn't keep it in his pants. That was a feeling Natasha had never known. She had never been in love or had her heart broken for that matter.
It was an half hour to six when she heard the knock on her door. Natasha ran to it eagerly hoping that it was her knight in shining armor, Smith. Unfortunately, it was just the good detective who interviewed her the day before coming to search her kitchen for a matching knife set to the weapon found.
"This is a warrant Miss Fields." He said with a big smile as he flashed the paper in face. "I've come to search you...your home. " he spat as he pushed his way through the last few feet of her doorway. "I'm sure you know the drill Miss fields."
Natasha moved out of his way and waited as his partner followed in behind him. She wasn't in the cheeriest of moods and it showed on her face. "Do what you want! I'm going to go throw on some pants." She said looking over to the detectives far less attractive partner before saying. "Please make sure your clumsy cop hands don't damage anything."
Natasha then started for her bedroom and as she stepped inside noticed that the Detective had followed her. "I can dress myself thank you" she said smugly as he leaned himself up against a wall in her bedroom watching her.
"Just routine Miss Fields. Can't have you destroying evidence now can we?". He said watching as she pulled out a tight fitting pair of sweats and threw them on. "You called me yesterday Natasha. Was that to come clean to me or..." he said tilting his head a little to the side paying exclusive attention to how the stretching fabric slid over her firm ass "Or was there some other reason you called? Maybe something I could have done for you perhaps?"
He stood in her doorway blocking her way to the living room with a big smile. Natasha wasn't going to play this game right now and refused to answer his questions. Their brief little stand off would soon be interrupted by his partner giving him a shout. "Well, I think we've may have just found what we were looking for Miss Fields." The detective spoke and lifted his arm high enough for her to slip under it and out into the living area.