“Any thoughts on the job search?” I ask as I parallel park in front of the coffee shop.
“Not really,” she says, getting out of the car. “I had this flash that I would be a private investigator, like in an old film noir? But I wouldn’t want to do that, really. It’s not as exciting as the movies make it seem. I’d spend my life staking out cheating spouses. I became a cop to help people, not to take pictures of people trying to fuck.”
I bark out a laugh, and she gives me a wry smile.
“I think taking pictures of people fucking is an entirely different profession.”
“If I’d gotten into that business instead of police work, I’d probably be a lot closer to retirement. Maybe I should start an OnlyFans? I hear some of those people make a bunch of money.” She’s laughing, because she’s only joking, but my dick doesn’t realize that. I have a semi just thinking of what sort of content she would make for an OnlyFans. Just herself? Toys? A partner?
Fuck that. Heat crawls up the back of my throat at the thought of her with someone else. ‘Mine,’my dick says. You know, if dicks could talk, anyway. And if I listened to mine, which I don’t, because he clearly doesn’t understand that we will never have amine.I swallow my discomfort and open the door to the shop, waiting for Rhea to go in first.
“Hey you! How was it after I left last night?” Xena greets Rhea and starts pouring us coffees.
“Oh, you know, besides you running off with my keys and phone, and us not being able to track you down? It was great.”
“No,” Xena’s face drops in a mockery of shock. “I had no idea.” She winks. “So did you sleep over at Aiden’s then?”
“Why don’t you tell us where you slept?” I ask her. “Since we tried your house, Devon’s place, and Devon’s phone, all with no luck.”
Xena’s face goes red. “Oh, yeah, I…”
“Never mind,” Rhea laughs. “Can I have my keys, please? And my phone?”
“Here you go,” Xena passes them over, and then slides two to-go cups over to us. “And here’s coffee, on the house, for all the trouble.”
Rhea turns to me. “Thanks so much for everything. I much preferred your place to sleeping on the street.”
“No problem.”I mean, other than finding myself so ridiculously attracted to you, I had to jerk off in the shower while you were there.“I need to get to the studio to meet the guys. I’ll see you both later.” I reach over and grab my coffee from the counter. “Thanks for the coffee, Xena.”
At least hanging with the guys should help me get my mind off Rhea, and the way her hands felt on my dick.
Chapter 17
Rhea - Cobwebs and Coffee
“OK, so…”
“So what?” I stir a little cream and sugar into my coffee while Xena looks at me expectantly.
“You slept over at Aiden’s? Did he bang all your worries away?”
“What?! Is that why you took off with my keys? And my phone?”
Xena at least has the decency to look a little guilty. “Well, not at first. But you have to admit, it’s not a bad idea. You looked super hot last night, and the way you two were looking at each other, I could tell you were both interested.”
“Yeah, he’s hot. But that doesn’t excuse the fact that you left me with a virtual stranger.”
“Oh, come on. It’s not that bad. Devon vouched for him. He’s not a dangerous guy. He doesn’t sleep around or even date, apparently. He’s the perfect distraction for you. Just some no strings, gland to gland combat, that’s all.”
I choke on my coffee. “Gland to gland combat? What the hell are you talking about?”
“Duh, sexy times, obviously. Your dry spell has lasted almost as long as I’ve known you. You need to get someone to clear out those cobwebs. Nothing better than a few orgasms to relieve the stress of losing your dream job.”
Shaking my head, I take my coffee over and sit at a table. I don’t really feel like standing at the counter while we discuss my cobweb filled vagina. Not that I want to discuss it at all, but Xena seems to think it’s a legitimate concern. So concerning, in fact, she follows and sits at the seat across from me.
“My vagina is just fine, thanks,” I say after a sip of my coffee. “And even if it weren’t, it’s not the first thing on my mind right now. You just said it yourself. I lost my dream job. Not just my dream job, theonlyjob I’ve ever considered having. Every class I took in school, every extracurricular activity I took part in, it was all leading me to being a cop. So I need to figure out what I can do, now that I can’t be a cop.”
“Yeah, and what I’m telling you is, get someone to dick you down real good, get some of those good endorphins flowing, and you’ll have a much clearer head for a task of that magnitude.”
