Zach was good at his job. Very good. And he always knew what to say and do. So why now could he not even remember what he had said and why?
He cleared his throat. 'I did just ask,' he pointed out, his voice a mixture of petulant and - frustratingly enough - aroused. His breath caught in his throat as Miles stepped closer, his face glowing red. Surprising given the amount of blood that was quickly gathering in a completely different region of his body.
He swallowed when the man stepped back, trying to think of a retort when the door opened and Savage stepped into the hall. 'Bletchley, you are needed inside now. Smith, I'll need the name of the victim and who she lives with. See if we have other reports on that address or the people living there.'
Zach nodded, then looked at the man in front of him, Bletchley. Oh dear god this was bad! He didn't want to know the name, he didn't want him to work at the ministry, he didn't want to have the other night happen at all.
Only a part of him very much wanted that - and for it to happen again.
Brightly red, confused, and with a growing erection, Zach pushed his way passed the man and fled.