She hadn’t been his date for the night, she’d appeared out of the blue.
He’d been stood up by his Tinder date without so much as an explanation.He shook his head.To think that at almost fifty, people were still playing games astounded him.Annoyed, he’d decided to make the most of the evening and had ordered a drink.The pretty minx with penetrating green eyes had brought it to him.He recalled asking her if she was a server, since she hadn’t been wearing the characteristic black apron.Her face had lit up into a seductive smile as she sat next to him.
“You noticed?”she asked.She set his drink down and that’s when he noticed she was carrying another one.“I asked the server if I could bring it over.I was trying to find an opening to speak to you.”She blushed, although there hadn’t been a trace of embarrassment in her features, just well-trained flirtation.
He’d raised an eyebrow at her.
“You’re telling me you wanted to come speak to me, although you’re clearly, what, twenty-one or twenty-two and I’m forty-seven?”
She laughed.He recalled the sound.It was melodious with a tiny hint of innocence behind it.
“Older men are a lot more interesting than twenty-somethings.You’ve got your head screwed on right.”
“And a wallet to pay for your drinks, am I right?”He’d nodded at her cocktail.
She’d pressed her hand to her chest, feigning offense.“I’ve paid for my own drink and yours.”
Impressed, he raised his glass.“Let’s toast to that.”
They cheered and he took a hefty gulp of his whiskey-soda.
“What’s your name?”he asked.
“Katya.”
They began chatting.For some reason, he couldn’t remember the topic, just her face.The way it moved when she spoke.Full of life, emotion.He paid for the second round of drinks.She’d gone to get them.She’d sat even closer—so close, he could smell her perfume.Something flowery, sweet but not sickly.Next thing he knew, her lips were on his.He didn’t think to refuse.
After that, darkness.
Adam ran his fingers through his hair.His phone was definitely gone along with his dignity.Whoever heard of a police detective being duped, drugged, and robbed?He was going to be the laughingstock of the station.Sighing, he washed his face and rinsed his mouth before heading out the door.He almost crashed into the housekeeper that had helped him earlier.
“I’m sorry,” he murmured.“I can’t tip you.My wallet is gone.”
She smirked and nodded, as if she already knew that was going to be the result.
“Don’t worry about it,” she said, skirting past him and into the room to continue her work.
Adam shook his head.
Katya.
She might have tricked him last night, but she didn’t know who she had toyed with.He’d make sure he found her and get every cent she’d stolen back.He reached for his phone and cursed.
And he’d get his phone back too.
