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warm like butterscotch. Along with the slight twinge of his, come-hither-and-fuck-me-silly cowboy charm.
Truth was, if I wasn’t so into Abe at the moment, Officer Rotan would have his hands full in an entirely different way.
With me, my interest and attraction to him.
One bloody man at a time Cassidy!! I chided myself…
I’d always been a bit like that, crushing on more than one man at a time. Something that society had made me feel somewhat guilty about. Until I started writing ménage and threesome stories that made me realize, many women had a similar fantasy. The love and attraction of more than one man at a time.
Besides being flustered at seeing him, off duty and enjoying a game of pool like any other regular person, I was completely caught off guard by his presence.
I gave him a lukewarm smile, embarrassed but genuinely glad to see him. I added a small wave, hoping that would make my distanced hello seem friendly enough. Trying to be casual, but not too casual. In the end, as my attorney had advised me, it was likely that if anything went to court, both officers would be called up on to help paint a picture of my character. My public persona.
So, good behavior was much needed.
Very much so.
He laid down his pool stick and headed towards my booth.
Gulp.
Dear god, dear god, dear god….
“How are you tonight, Miss Cassidy?” Officer Rotan asked.
I had to careen my neck to look up at him, practically staring up at the ceiling, “I’m good, just having a beverage and doing some writing.” I replied, trying to be as calm as possible while feeling wildly flustered inside.
“Staying out of trouble?” He asked, a teasing look in his eye.
“Doing my best, Girl Scout’s honor,” I answered, making the boy scouts sign in some goofy attempt to show I was being sincere.
“Isn’t that the Boy Scout’s pledge?” He noticed, a grin escaping his attempt at feigning seriousness.
“Most likely, I’m dyslexic.” I stated matter-of-factly, going for humor as it was all I had to offer at the moment. I could barely take myself serious half the time.
“And dyslexia causes you to mix up signs as well as words and numbers?” He teased, egging the silliness forward.
“You could say that…” I grinned wryly.
He reminded me of an older brother type who didn’t ever really want to let his sister get away with nothing. Oddly, I found it charming instead of annoying. His wry take on my humor was a welcome relief. Too many people were inclined to take me too serious, much of the time.
“What about you? How you wrangling that pool-stick of yours?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I hadn’t meant for any innuendo, but phrases like that often left my mouth before I had the chance to think them through better. It was why I liked writing dialogue. I could edit it later, take away the blunders and social faux-pas.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Day off for me, just enjoying a game of pool. Wanna play? I’m solo until some of the other guys get here.” He announced and gestured in the direction he’d come from.
His invitation sounded nice, actually. I loved playing pool and it had been a while since I’d last played.
“Yeah, I would actually. It’s been a while, but I think I can give it a go. If it’s okay for law enforcement to socialize with delinquents like myself… that is.” I said, while standing up and gathering my belongings to put in my satchel.
“You’re not a delinquent, yet. Get arrested again, then we can discuss,” He quipped. “Need any help?” He asked, his keen and observing gaze on my face.
“Nope, just putting away my stuff. Mind taking my drink and water?” I asked since my hands were full.
“Sure thing,” He said as he collected my beverages.
We walked over to the spot he’d claimed for the evening. I resettled my belongings and took a sip from my drink.
Unsure what to say, I went about picking out a pool stick instead. It seemed that everyone knew
Truth was, if I wasn’t so into Abe at the moment, Officer Rotan would have his hands full in an entirely different way.
With me, my interest and attraction to him.
One bloody man at a time Cassidy!! I chided myself…
I’d always been a bit like that, crushing on more than one man at a time. Something that society had made me feel somewhat guilty about. Until I started writing ménage and threesome stories that made me realize, many women had a similar fantasy. The love and attraction of more than one man at a time.
Besides being flustered at seeing him, off duty and enjoying a game of pool like any other regular person, I was completely caught off guard by his presence.
I gave him a lukewarm smile, embarrassed but genuinely glad to see him. I added a small wave, hoping that would make my distanced hello seem friendly enough. Trying to be casual, but not too casual. In the end, as my attorney had advised me, it was likely that if anything went to court, both officers would be called up on to help paint a picture of my character. My public persona.
So, good behavior was much needed.
Very much so.
He laid down his pool stick and headed towards my booth.
Gulp.
Dear god, dear god, dear god….
“How are you tonight, Miss Cassidy?” Officer Rotan asked.
I had to careen my neck to look up at him, practically staring up at the ceiling, “I’m good, just having a beverage and doing some writing.” I replied, trying to be as calm as possible while feeling wildly flustered inside.
“Staying out of trouble?” He asked, a teasing look in his eye.
“Doing my best, Girl Scout’s honor,” I answered, making the boy scouts sign in some goofy attempt to show I was being sincere.
“Isn’t that the Boy Scout’s pledge?” He noticed, a grin escaping his attempt at feigning seriousness.
“Most likely, I’m dyslexic.” I stated matter-of-factly, going for humor as it was all I had to offer at the moment. I could barely take myself serious half the time.
“And dyslexia causes you to mix up signs as well as words and numbers?” He teased, egging the silliness forward.
“You could say that…” I grinned wryly.
He reminded me of an older brother type who didn’t ever really want to let his sister get away with nothing. Oddly, I found it charming instead of annoying. His wry take on my humor was a welcome relief. Too many people were inclined to take me too serious, much of the time.
“What about you? How you wrangling that pool-stick of yours?” As soon as I said it, I regretted it. I hadn’t meant for any innuendo, but phrases like that often left my mouth before I had the chance to think them through better. It was why I liked writing dialogue. I could edit it later, take away the blunders and social faux-pas.
He chuckled and shook his head. “Day off for me, just enjoying a game of pool. Wanna play? I’m solo until some of the other guys get here.” He announced and gestured in the direction he’d come from.
His invitation sounded nice, actually. I loved playing pool and it had been a while since I’d last played.
“Yeah, I would actually. It’s been a while, but I think I can give it a go. If it’s okay for law enforcement to socialize with delinquents like myself… that is.” I said, while standing up and gathering my belongings to put in my satchel.
“You’re not a delinquent, yet. Get arrested again, then we can discuss,” He quipped. “Need any help?” He asked, his keen and observing gaze on my face.
“Nope, just putting away my stuff. Mind taking my drink and water?” I asked since my hands were full.
“Sure thing,” He said as he collected my beverages.
We walked over to the spot he’d claimed for the evening. I resettled my belongings and took a sip from my drink.
Unsure what to say, I went about picking out a pool stick instead. It seemed that everyone knew
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