It does the trick because he looks back down, practically drooling.
“You’re probably going to have to pat me down and put me in cuffs,” I say. His eyes glaze over, and he swallows thickly. “I mean, I made that U-turn, and I can’t give you my driver’s license. That’s two offenses.” I let my eyes go wide with fear. “I’m so sorry.”
I pout and bite down on my lower lip, looking up at him through my lashes.
I’m pretty sure he’ll see right through this.
But his eyes are still on my chest.
They move to my mouth when I do the pouty, bitey thing.
He laughs, and the sound is warm and friendly. “That won’t be necessary, Miss…?” He lifts his brows in question.
“You can call me Katie. It’s Katie Lakestead.” I have no idea where I got that from, but it sounds believable. “I work up theroad at a nursing home. Tall Palms, you might know it.” I make the name up. I hope he doesn’t realize that it’s a lie.
“Oh, yeah?” He grins at me, putting on the charm. His eyes drop to my chest again. “What do you do for a living?”
“I’m a nurse,” I tell him. Shit! I meant to say cleaning lady. This is not a nurse’s outfit.
Crap!
“So you’re good at taking care of people?” He winks at me.
He doesn’t notice or care what I’m wearing. He can’t see past my breasts.
This is working. It’s actually working. If I’d known that my boobs had superpowers, I would’ve used them before now.
“Oh, most definitely.” I bite my lip again, making sure he sees.
“I’ll tell you what, Katie,” he says, leaning against the car door. His body language is relaxed now. Completely non-threatening.
“Yes?” I make sure to sound all breathy.
“Maybe if you go out with me, I will forget this ever happened.”
I giggle and touch his arm lightly. “I would love that. You’re so big and strong. What’s your name, officer?”
“I’m Strike.” He takes out his cellphone. “Can I get your number? There’s a new place that opened near here. I would love to take you there.”
“You’re talking about The Fire Pit?”
“That’s the place. Have you been?” His face falls.
“No, but I heard it’s great.”
He brightens up. “I’ll take you. I heard the chicken burgers are great. Made from big, juicy breasts.” Right on cue, he looks down.
“I’d better give you my number, then.”
My stomach clenches as I rattle off a made-up number, praying he doesn’t ask me to repeat it.
He types it in, then repeats it back to me.
“Yep, that’s me,” I tell him, giggling again. He seems to like it when I giggle.
Strike’s eyes drift back down to my cleavage yet again. He is unreal.
“Can I escort you to work? Make sure you get there safely, Katie?”
