up on.
“Wait.” I grabbed her car door before she slammed it shut on me. “Go out for a drink with me. Sure looks like you could use one.”
She groaned. “Really? Of all times, you picked now to ask me out?”
“What's the matter with it? You can't just focus on stopping crime all the time. When's the last time you took a break?”
She was so stressed out, I could feel the tension radiating from her. But I could help her.
I'd show her a good time if she let me. I'd take her home and fuck her for hours. Make her moan and beg for more.
Bet she wouldn't be so tense after that kind of plowing.
Just as she started to reply, her car radio went off.
“All available units, we have an incident at the Best Buy Electronics at Little Road and Church Street. Shoplifter pulled a knife on security after attempting to flee with store merchandise. Any officer, please respond.”
She stared at me as she returned the call. “I'm close by that location. Be there soon.”
“So that's it? You're just gonna drive away without giving me an answer?”
She started the car and leaned against the steering wheel. “I have to go.”
“No, wait –”
But she wasn't waiting. She slammed her door and sped out of the parking lot, then disappeared over the hill.
“Damn it!” I kicked my truck's tire. “What the hell am I doing wrong?”
“Y'know, I gotta say I don't think she's your type.”
Jayce came up behind me, grinning like he always was. Of course, he had good reasons to be smiling. He had a wife, a son, a family who loved him.
Was I jealous?
I told myself no. Assured myself that freedom, the ability to do what I wanted and screw any girl I liked, was far better than being trapped by marriage. Sex with just one woman? Not for me.
“Not my type, huh?”
“She's a workaholic who takes things way too seriously. You, on the other hand? Sometimes I'm surprised you manage to drag your ass into the station on time.”
I punched his arm. He laughed and got in the truck.
“Maybe we're not soul mates, but so what? She's gorgeous. I want her. That's all that matters.”
“And how are you going to convince her of that?”
I took the wheel and drove us back toward the station. Should have told Jayce about the arsonist's note, but that could wait. Right now, I could think of nothing but her.
“I kissed her last night. Didn't hear any complaints.”
“You kissed her after she tried to arrest you? Man, you've got bigger balls than me.”
“And it was awesome, too. That's why I don't understand it – why does she keep pulling my chain?”
“Maybe she's scared by your aggression. Or could be she thinks you're bad news.”
“I am bad news, but what does it matter? This is just sex we're talking about.”
“I used to say the same thing, too.”
This was why I generally stuck with the simplest of conquests. Girls like Madison were too smart, too sensible. They asked too much. Wanted me to change.
But I wasn't changing for anybody. The only person whose opinion mattered was me.
“It's not my place to say stuff like this, I guess, but since you asked...” Jayce shrugged. “Women like her, they're not impressed by you showing off and getting into trouble. They appreciate sensitivity. The ability to hold a conversation. Crap like that.”
I punched the gas to avoid stopping at that red light. “Just 'cause you're married now, I guess that makes you the expert on this stuff.”
“Ask Max. He'll tell you the same thing.”
“Yeah, and look what happened to him. He used to be the biggest playboy partier of us all. Probably spent half his paycheck on lap dances, weed, and booze. Now he's living in Bastrop, shacked up with his wife in the country hours away, and we hardly ever see him.”
“He's happier now than he ever was. He grew up.” Jayce stared blankly out the window. “We all have to eventually. Don't you get bored chasing girls?”
“Nope. And if you hadn't fallen head over heels for Elle, I doubt
“Wait.” I grabbed her car door before she slammed it shut on me. “Go out for a drink with me. Sure looks like you could use one.”
She groaned. “Really? Of all times, you picked now to ask me out?”
“What's the matter with it? You can't just focus on stopping crime all the time. When's the last time you took a break?”
She was so stressed out, I could feel the tension radiating from her. But I could help her.
I'd show her a good time if she let me. I'd take her home and fuck her for hours. Make her moan and beg for more.
Bet she wouldn't be so tense after that kind of plowing.
Just as she started to reply, her car radio went off.
“All available units, we have an incident at the Best Buy Electronics at Little Road and Church Street. Shoplifter pulled a knife on security after attempting to flee with store merchandise. Any officer, please respond.”
She stared at me as she returned the call. “I'm close by that location. Be there soon.”
“So that's it? You're just gonna drive away without giving me an answer?”
She started the car and leaned against the steering wheel. “I have to go.”
“No, wait –”
But she wasn't waiting. She slammed her door and sped out of the parking lot, then disappeared over the hill.
“Damn it!” I kicked my truck's tire. “What the hell am I doing wrong?”
“Y'know, I gotta say I don't think she's your type.”
Jayce came up behind me, grinning like he always was. Of course, he had good reasons to be smiling. He had a wife, a son, a family who loved him.
Was I jealous?
I told myself no. Assured myself that freedom, the ability to do what I wanted and screw any girl I liked, was far better than being trapped by marriage. Sex with just one woman? Not for me.
“Not my type, huh?”
“She's a workaholic who takes things way too seriously. You, on the other hand? Sometimes I'm surprised you manage to drag your ass into the station on time.”
I punched his arm. He laughed and got in the truck.
“Maybe we're not soul mates, but so what? She's gorgeous. I want her. That's all that matters.”
“And how are you going to convince her of that?”
I took the wheel and drove us back toward the station. Should have told Jayce about the arsonist's note, but that could wait. Right now, I could think of nothing but her.
“I kissed her last night. Didn't hear any complaints.”
“You kissed her after she tried to arrest you? Man, you've got bigger balls than me.”
“And it was awesome, too. That's why I don't understand it – why does she keep pulling my chain?”
“Maybe she's scared by your aggression. Or could be she thinks you're bad news.”
“I am bad news, but what does it matter? This is just sex we're talking about.”
“I used to say the same thing, too.”
This was why I generally stuck with the simplest of conquests. Girls like Madison were too smart, too sensible. They asked too much. Wanted me to change.
But I wasn't changing for anybody. The only person whose opinion mattered was me.
“It's not my place to say stuff like this, I guess, but since you asked...” Jayce shrugged. “Women like her, they're not impressed by you showing off and getting into trouble. They appreciate sensitivity. The ability to hold a conversation. Crap like that.”
I punched the gas to avoid stopping at that red light. “Just 'cause you're married now, I guess that makes you the expert on this stuff.”
“Ask Max. He'll tell you the same thing.”
“Yeah, and look what happened to him. He used to be the biggest playboy partier of us all. Probably spent half his paycheck on lap dances, weed, and booze. Now he's living in Bastrop, shacked up with his wife in the country hours away, and we hardly ever see him.”
“He's happier now than he ever was. He grew up.” Jayce stared blankly out the window. “We all have to eventually. Don't you get bored chasing girls?”
“Nope. And if you hadn't fallen head over heels for Elle, I doubt
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