It’s now six o’clock and I’m sitting down to try to get
ahead on a little work for an author friend of mine that wants me to help her
come up with some graphics. I just get my program pulled up when the doorbell
rings.
I walk out of my office, turn and head to the door. I look
out the peephole and see Chief Cole standing there. I immediately duck down,
because everyone knows that cops can see through those little holes. It’s some
kind of special tactical training they have to go through at the academy.
I, ever… so… quietly, walk backwards down the hall. Then
there is a pounding at the door (you know the one I’m talking about. Cop Move
2. The three quick pounds on the door that are able to wake the dead.). I
freeze and don’t breathe for a moment. Just in case.
“Ree! Open the damn door!” he says, sounding
exasperated.
I continue my mission impossible escape back into my office.
My desk faces the front windows, so I covertly move to the side that has the
string to close the blinds. I plaster my back against the wall and, slowly,
pull on the string. The blinds are on the opposite side from the string, and
they are almost all the way to me when a face appears on the other side of the
glass next to me.
“Aaaaeeee!” I scream out, hands flailing, ducking down and
throwing my hands over my head.
“Ree,” he says seriously; his voice muffled through the
glass, “Open the damn door.”
I lift my head and look up at him through the window, “No.”
I’m pretty proud of the fact that my voice comes out strong and defiant,
despite the fact that I totally freaked out.
“No!” I stand up and put my hands on my hips. “You can’t
make me.” I grab the string and close the blinds the rest of the way, then go
back to my desk, sit down and decide to get back to work.
Except it’s kind of hard, knowing he’s just on the other
side of the window…
I bring up a couple pictures and begin to manipulate them. I
push away all thoughts of Chief Panty Melter and begin to work diligently. I
look at the clock on my computer, after what feels like an hour, and realize
it’s only been two minutes. I look back at my double monitors; I haven’t done
anything other than stare at the pictures. I can’t freaking concentrate!
I get up and walk over to the window. I pull the blinds
apart and deftly look out.
I open them further and look all around my front yard. There
is no trace of him.
I mean, good. Yeah. It’s good news.
“What the fuck!” I scream, spinning around, my hand flying
to my chest. Chief Panty Melter is leaning against the wall, arms crossed,
smiling at me. “How the hell did you get in here?!” I demand.
He tilts his head back, “Back door was unlocked,” he answers.
“So, you… you just came right in?” I demand, my voice a
little weak. Dammit.
“Well,” he raises his brows, looks down at himself and the
fact that he is very much in my house, then looks back up at me, “yeah.”
“That’s a B&E and you’re a cop!”
“And?” I jerk my head
back. “And?” I demand, getting closer
to him and in his face, “You can’t just
break into someone’s house!” I screech, stomping my feet and holding my
fists tight to my sides, arms straight.
He moves quick. Really
quick. One second, I’m in his face yelling, the next he has my back against the
wall, his body holding mine in place and his hands resting against the wall on
either side of my head.
His eyes roam over my face with an intensity I don’t
recognize.
“Fuck,” he says quietly. “Has anyone ever told you how
unbelievably sexy you are when you’re mad?”
Did I just hear him right?
“What?” I breathe out in shock.
“Baby, I’ve never been more turned on than I am at this exact
fucking moment.”
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