She plants her hand on her hip. “I’ll have you know I’ve only had one drink tonight—a vodka soda.”
“So, if I gave you a breathalyzer test, you’d pass?”
“Do you have one in your pocket or something?”
“If I had my uniform on, I would.”
Her eyes widen in understanding and she snaps her fingers. “Oh…” she says, drawing out the word. “You’re a cop. Now the hero complex makes sense.”
“I don’t have a hero complex,” I say a little too defensively. “I just…react when people need help. It’s hard to turn that off.”
“As I’ve experienced for myself twice tonight.”
My hands start rubbing over her ankle instinctually, and then her eyes close as she lets out a little moan that makes my dick stiffen in my jeans.
What the fuck are you doing, Rhonan? Has the one beer gone straight to your head?
“Oh, that feels good.” Her voice takes on a sultry note that has more blood rushing to my cock.
Nope. Everything about this woman is going straight to my dick.
But tonight wasn’t supposed to be aboutmydick.
I definitely didn’t see that coming.
“So, why didn’t the friends you’re here with come to your rescue?” I ask.
“Because I’m not here with anyone.”
My shoulders tense up as my hands freeze. “Wait. You’re here all by yourself?”
“Yup.”
I arch a brow. “Some might call that dangerous.”
She purses her lips, but there’s a teasing lift to them. “You say dangerous, I say liberating.”
“Liberating…” I repeat, narrowing my eyes at her, fighting to understand what the hell is going on in this woman’s mind.
And that’s a first for me because I can’t remember the last time I actually wanted to know what a woman was thinking.
She leans in closer to me, resting her elbow on the table. “Yup. And freeing, therapeutic…” Her eyes dip down to my mouth for a beat. “Maybe overdue as well.”
My gaze drops to her lips. “Overdue, huh?”
Her smile falters, but she recovers quickly as our gazes return to one another. “Let’s just say I’m trying something new when it comes to living my life, and I’m still trying to find my footing—both literally and figuratively,” she jokes, pointing to her shoes.
Our eyes remain locked for so long, it takes me a moment to realize that Elliot has walked up beside me. I turn my attention to him and find him watching us, irritation written across his face. His eyes drop pointedly to Vienna’s foot in my lap, and I carefully lower it, handing Vienna her shoe. “No swelling. Just…take it easy.”
She winks at me as she shoves her boot back on. “Thanks, Doctor.”
Elliot arches a brow at me. “Did I miss something?”
“This is Vienna,” I tell him, reaching for my beer bottle, only to find it empty. I don’t even remember finishing it, but that explains why I’m feeling out of sorts.
Elliot eyes me curiously before turning to Vienna. “Nice to meet you.”
“Likewise.” She flashes him the same smile she’s given me multiple times this evening, but for some reason, I don’t like him being on the receiving end of it.
