She’ll notice. She’s got cop eyes.
Then she walks in and the room forgets oxygen exists.
Pink silk dress, second-skin, cut high enough that if she takes one wrong breath, I’ll see heaven. Heels sharp enough to use as a shank. Hair down in spirals I’ll measured with my fist in the dark.
Every man in here turns.
Every man in here signs his own death warrant.
After a word with the hostess, she glances in my direction.
Locks on me across the room and smiles like she’s the one holding the gun this time.
My cock jerks so hard the table jumps.
She crosses the room and slides into the seat across from me.
“Detective,” she purrs.
“Reid works better when you’re screaming it.” I pour her wine.
She pulls my notebook out of her purse and sets it between us like a loaded weapon.
“I’m wearing the bookmark,” she says, voice low enough the waitress two tables away blushes.
I lean forward. “Good. Because I’ve been wearing your perfume on my cock since Tuesday.”
The waitress approaches, takes one look at the tension crackling across the table, and visibly rethinks her life choices.
We order without breaking eye contact.
I get the steak. Rare.
She gets the pasta.
The second the waitress flees, Juliet leans in. “So, Detective. How many laws have you broken for me this week?”
I smile, slow. “All of them.”
“Why did you kill him?” she asks, voice curious. Not accusing.
I don’t look away. “He said your name like he had the right. Then he told me what he was going to do to your face when he was finished. So I finished him first.”
Her pupils blow wide.
Fork frozen halfway to her mouth.
“Jesus, Reid.”
“You asked.”
She sets the fork down, leans in. “You’ve been jerking off with my panties, haven’t you?”
“Every night. Made me hard that you didn’t chase. Starting to wonder where I ranked.” I smile, slow. “Until you broke into my car and fixed that.”
Her foot slides up my calf, heel scraping. “I don’t rank my men. They’re mine. Different flavors. You’re the one that tastes like danger and control.”
“Speaking of flavor,” I say, eyes on her mouth, “I assume you know how to come on a tongue that just confessed murder.”
