Thrill Kill Excerpt

Kim called the babysitter asked her if she could keep Hosea for several more hours. Kim said she would pay her double. The babysitter agreed.

On the kitchen counter, a bottle of Champagne was chilling in a silver ice bucket. Kim had called the detective over under a false pretense—claiming that she wanted to discuss a few ideas about their case. He told her to give him ten minutes to get there.
She was looking in the bathroom mirror, preening. She put on a little eyeliner, mascara, and pink lipstick. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, except for a few loose strands. She was dressed in a fuchsia teddy that came to her thighs and ruby red high heels. Under the see-through garb, she was naked except for a red thong. She looked in a full-length mirror and gave herself an appraising nod.

The doorbell rang. She glanced at the clock on the living room wall. Right on time. It had been ten minutes flat. She looked through the peephole to make sure it was him. When she did, a wide smile spread across her face.

She opened the door wide. “Surprise!” she said.

Zack just stood there in obvious shock, with his mouth agape and eyes about to pop out of their sockets. He let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, my God. Damn, I—I...didn't know...” he stammered.

“Don't just stand there. Come on in.”

He walked inside and she shut the door behind him. Still in disbelief, he turned to get a better look at her assets.

She stood for a few seconds, posing and then said, “What do you think?”

“I—I...” he again stumbled over his words. “I'm speechless. I can't even talk.”

Kim responded, a bit facetiously, “I figured you probably couldn't talk. I seem to have that effect on men.”

“Oh, really,” he said, trying to compose himself.

“Yes, oh really,” she said, smiling. “Just kidding. I've got some Champagne on ice, waiting to be drunk.”

“Where's Hosea?”

“I've already taken care of that.”

“Everything was preplanned, I see,” Zack said.

“Yes. Absolutely,” she replied. “Are you drinking or what?”

“Yeah, I'll give it a try.”

When she walked to the counter, her buttocks shook. She poured their stemmed glasses three-quarters full, and bubbles fizzed near the top.

Zack was getting aroused, staring at her nearly perfect round derriere. She peered over her shoulder, making sure he got an eyeful. He felt himself, rising and rising.

“There you go, Zack,” she said, placing the wineglass on the coffee table. She sat opposite him on the sectional.

After sipping almost half the glass, the detective said, “I never thought you--”
She cut in. “Had a sexy and sensual side?”

“Yeah, that's it.”

“At work, I take pride in my job. I try to be as professional as possible.”

“Actually, that's the way it should be,” Zack said.

“Being platonic is the best policy.”

“I concur.”

“But outside of work,” Kim paused for effect. “Well, that's another thing altogether.” She got up from her seat, ogling, he reciprocated. Racing over to him, she laughed as she jumped into his lap and began kissing him passionately.

While they were kissing, a strange mix of things coursed through his mind. His hormones was at full tilt, and his wife and newborn were competing for control. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, as was hers against his chest. She was extremely horny. She kissed his forehead, eyes, nose, and neck, whispering in his ear how badly she wanted him.

Just as his desire had taken over, his cell phone began to ring. He froze, looking like a deer in headlights.

His reaction wasn't lost on her. She casually asked, “What's wrong?”

In his heart, he knew exactly who it was. “It's the cell phone.”

She downplayed it. “Cut it off,” she said, continuing to nuzzle his ear.

“No,” he said, pushing her off of him. “I can't. It might be important.” He turned serious, stood upright, and walked toward the kitchen. After a couple more rings, he peered at the display screen and found his intuition was correct. He flipped the phone open.

“Where are you?” Diane asked, matter-of-factly.