Chapter 3
NYX
“Alright Guys! Let’s get this meeting started.
We are still waiting for Hutch to show up, but Demitri is here.
Demitri, do you want to introduce yourself to the rookies here?
” Cap gets everyone's attention so we can get this started.
I love being out on duty, but the planning is not what I would call fun.
“Hey everyone, my name is Demitri Meadows. I co-own Devil Dog Security with Graham Hutchinson, but everyone calls him Hutch. We partner with you guys when you need a little extra security or a specific skill set.” Demitri is a gorgeous hunk of man standing up in front of our group.
Imagine tall, dark, and handsome but multiply it by like a thousand.
Where the guy this morning looked like every Norse god known to man crafted him.
The devil crafted Demitri himself. Chiseled jawline with just a hint of dark scruff, that I want ran between my thighs.
Just a peek of ink coming up from his collar.
He is in a dark gray henley, denim jeans and black combat boots. A girl's wet dream.
Shaking my head to clear that thought. I am at work, where in the actual fuck did that come from?
Oh, that's right, it's been four damn years since anything other than B.O.B. has touched me. Since the day I found my friend in my bed with my fiancé, I have put all my energy into this job and the shelves of book boyfriends I have in my apartment. The morally gray men from my favorite romance novels didn’t sleep with your best friend and get her pregnant. Plus, guys nowadays don’t want a woman who doesn’t want or need a knight in shining armor to save them.
Snapping my focus back on Demitri talking. “...so if you guys have questions about what our role will be after the meeting or just want to chat, please come see me and Hutch. We will hang around the precinct for a bit after the meeting.”
Cap stands back up, and we start the actual meeting, when I see Mr. Sculpted by the Norse Gods rushing into the conference room with two cups of coffee in his hands.
What in the actual fuck is today? I couldn’t wake my libido up for the life of me, and today of all days I have two polar opposite, delicious men charging into my life.
Cap goes over the plans for the first and second games this week.
Most of the details are a blur in my mind because the only important details are the ones that are given to me directly.
I will probably be on street duty with Jack, my usual partner, but I can definitely hope that Cap will give me something a little more important.
I’ve been busting my ass to get in Cap’s good graces to get a damn promotion.
He has always treated me like the daughter he and his wife never had, but sometimes that makes it even harder because he doesn’t want to just give me something.
He makes me bust my ass for anything he gives me.
The conference room empties when I hear Cap shout over the roar of the room.
“Hey Bennett, can you come here for a minute?” Looking through the crowd of blue swarming out of the conference room, I spot him standing with my book boyfriend daydreams. I wait for some of my fellow officers to clear the room and make my way to the three of them.
“Nyx, this is Demitri and Hutch. You are going to be working closely with these two over the next few days. I am putting you on the roof at Comerica. You will be on the corner of Adams and Brush Street, facing toward Ford Field. The guys will be with you with sniper rifles, watching for any threats from above. You are just going to be there as a police presence with them.”
“Oh, ya, some special position. Marine babysitter.” I know snapping at Cap is not going to win me any promotions, but damn, this was not what I was expecting. I was hoping to be assigned a squad leader position.
“Officer Bennett, you will not speak to me that way. Especially not in front of these men.” Oh, of course, he is only worried about how he will appear in front of Hutch and Demitri.
“Second of all, this is a coveted position among officers, and ya’ll will be the eyes in the sky.
You will hopefully see and eliminate any threats to the safety of everyone around Comerica.
You are not these men’s babysitters, as they are not official Detroit City Police; they need to have an escort with them at all times.
” I swear, if I could roll my eyes any harder, I could inspect the folds on the surface of my brain.
“You will be an outstanding member of this team that I know you can be. Please behave and stow away the sass.”
“Yes, sir, I understand. What exactly does this ‘police escort’ entail?” I decide it is easier to play nice with Cap.
I don’t want to ruin all the hard work I have put into the force over my lack of sex lately.
We finish up the little side meeting before Cap takes his leave, and I am left standing here staring at these men.