Manipulative Guy

The tense silence in the entryway was deafening. Gavin clutched his leather briefcase like a shield, while Beckett stood frozen in place, his sleepy eyes blown wide in sheer disbelief. Neither man dared to breathe as they stared at the stark visual on the living room floor. Their notoriously cold boss, a man who despised any form of physical contact, was contentedly gripping a woman’s bare, blood-