Chapter Seventeen
It was pretty fucking obvious, but I turned to her anyway, and pointed at the thing she’d obviously noticed, since I’d flipped it off just in case Ice was watching.
“It’s called a camera. It records things.” Fuck! It records. Ice saw us, but did that fucker also record us?
“You bastard! Was this all a game to you? Was it a fucking ploy, just to get some kind of collateral to use against me? Just when I was starting to… to… my god, I’m such an idiot! I was worrying about you, and this whole time, you were being a complete dick!”
I held up my hands, trying to stem the barrage of bitching, so I could try and respond.
“Shut it, and let me catch up. Jesus, woman, why use five words, when fifty will do the trick, right?”
“You’re such an asshole! Why did I even trust you like that?!”
I had the urge to cover that mouth for her, but once bitten and all that, well, twice, actually.
“You’re making assumptions, and why wouldn’t you? I’m just some no good biker, right? Not worthy of the fucking princess here.”
Her fists clenched as she advanced on me, and fuck me, if she tried to arrest me right now, I’d probably come in my pants, because she was hot when she was pissed.
“Don’t turn this on me! I’m not the sicko who filmed us having sex, which is a crime, by the way. I could arrest you for that.”
I grinned, holding out my wrists. “Go right ahead, cop, you’re sexy as hell right now.”
“I’m serious! How could you do that?” No, wait, she wasn’t pissed, she was upset. I lowered my hands and stepped closer, risking life and limb to tuck my fingers under her chin, and lift it. There were tears, fuck me, she was that upset.
“I didn’t video us, little pain, I promise you that.
That camera is here to protect the crates, that’s all.
I flipped it off, because I have a backup guy who checks in on it.
I wanted to make sure he knew to fuck off, that’s all.
There’s no video. I’m a dick, but I wouldn’t do that.
Not to anyone, but especially not to you. ”
She sniffled a little, but I noticed that she wasn’t pulling away, yet again.
“Because I’m a cop, I know.”
I shook my head. “No, because you’re you, and you deserve my respect.
Look, we got off on the wrong foot, and we’ve yelled all kinds of insults, but for some weird reason, call it a brainfart, I kinda like you.
Last night was fucking hot, but not for anyone else’s eyes, although, so you know, the angle would have shown me, and not you.
If I thought someone saw you naked, I’d kill them in a heartbeat. ”
Her pouty lips twitched, and she gave in, smiling, then a soft giggle.
“You shouldn’t admit such things to an officer of the law, Grease. I’d have to arrest you, but I’m starting to think you’d like that.”
I tugged her closer, my free hand cupping the back of her head, as I stroked her lips.
“I’ll let you cuff me anytime, babe, but I’d prefer to be in a bed with you. You wanna be in my bed?”
Her breathing rasped as she nodded, biting her lip.
“I shouldn’t, but I do.”
Jamie
He was all the wrong things, but something about him was so right for me. He matched my aggressive sass, and challenged me with every word. It was intoxicating, to meet a man who wasn’t put off by that. Maybe I’d been hounding him out of attraction after all.
“Here’s your phone, babe. Let’s get you out of here for now, but come back tonight, and I’ll make you scream the clubhouse down.”
God yes. I took the phone and cupped his face in my hands.
“Grease, you’re almost nice sometimes, try not to ruin what we have.”
He grinned, and kissed me hard, and you know what? That was exactly the right response, as far as I was concerned. What more was there to say, right?
So imagine how discarded and foolish I felt, when I turned up again later, to find out that he was offsite for the night.
I had to be told by the poor gate prospect that he wasn’t around, and he didn’t realise he’d ghosted me, but he could tell the news hurt me, because I couldn’t hide my reaction quickly enough.
How the hell could I have fallen for that bullshit, and why the hell had I started to soften for him? Why the hell had I become so hormone-intoxicated, that I thought he was a good idea? So my body wanted him, so what? My brain was far too fucking smart to make this kind of mistake.
No matter how much I tried to convince myself that I was an idiot for feeling like he wanted me, wasn’t the evidence all there?
Hadn’t he kissed me like he wanted me again?
Hadn’t he devoured me like he wanted to keep me?
Didn’t he fuck me like he really meant it?
Did I imagine all of that? Can a man fake that stuff, or is it just that men could get it up for anyone with holes?
“Was there something you wanted Grease for specifically? Should I call his phone, or I can call the Pres down, officer?” I swallowed hard, shaking my head at the prospect on the gate, which had been closed for, I think, the first time ever that I’d visited.
I’d say it was progress, but it would make it harder for me to get back in for more recon.
Grease had derailed me last time, but it wouldn’t work a second time.
My needy lady parts might have let him confuse them, but I wouldn’t fall for his crap again.
Next time I arrested him, I’d make sure it stuck, and I’d do everything in my power to make sure he didn’t get straight back out again.
Even if I had to make sure he did more than lick my nose or poke me.
Even if I had to sustain a real injury to use against him.
It sounds insane to a person who isn’t me, but this is my job. To catch bad guys, and he’s a bad guy. No matter how he may have softened for a few moments, he’d lured me out here just to make a fool out of me, and I could never forgive that. Ever.
I waved off the prospect’s repeated offers to call their President, or ‘interim president’ as it said on his cut, because why the hell would I want to speak to Micro? The guy seemed okay, decent enough, even kind of gentle compared to Grease, but he wasn’t who I wanted.
Okay, so what I wanted right now was more about nailing his fucking balls to the wall, but would I soften again when I saw him, or could I stay strong, and keep him from getting inside my head, or my pants, again?
We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers so I couldn’t even text him to call him all the assholes under the sun for standing me up, but was that just me being pathetic? Did he really offer me anything more than a roll in the sack or two? Wasn’t I just making a bigger deal out of things?
As I backed my car away from the gate, I steeled myself, and forced such thoughts from my head, because the only way to be strong was to stick to my original plan.
For good to defeat evil, and that meant taking him down.
Look out, Grease, you just made an enemy, and your biggest mistake was underestimating her.