Chapter Two
Laura
As I exit Agent Provocateur,I scold myself … happily. “You knew better than to go in there. You knew you were going to be naughty.”
I grew up poor and now that I have more than I need, I indulge my weakness. Some women have a shoe fetish, I love sexy nighties and their naughty accessories. I treated myself to a new black lace bra with matching panties, garter and hose, plus a new baby pink leather choker and wrist cuffs. I have no idea who I will wear them for. I’m not hooking up with anyone at the moment. But I am prepared to blow the next man’s mind.
Swinging the bags, I merge into the crowd. Christmas music is playing over the speakers, and I hum along with Andy Williams singing, “I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas.”
One of the two teenage girls walking in front of me lets out an excited squeal as she grabs her friends arm, stopping us all, and points to the other side of the area. “OH, MY GOD, TISH! LOOK!”
They, as well as everyone behind them, turn to see what she has seen.
“Is that Mr. Deep-cember?”
“Who?” Her friend asks confused.
“The hot cop on the Faces of the Force calendar. Mr. December. Come on, let’s go get a selfie with him.”
She drags her friend in that direction.
Curious who Mr. Deep-cember is, I watch them weave their way over, catching glimpses of him through the people passing by. The hottie cop has positioned himself away from the traffic area, trying to be inconspicuous, but there is no way he could ever blend in. He is too much of a man!
Looking total badass in his cop uniform, he’s standing with his thumbs hooked in his belt, watching the crowd. His commanding air exudes self-confidence.
Curious, I follow the girls, weaving my way through the crowd to get a better look. He is built like a linebacker, tall and thick, and while his arms are big and his biceps are bulging, he is not bulked out. He is an athlete and looks like running a few miles doesn’t give him any issues.
I smirk. Therefore, fucking an all nighter won’t either. I bet he has got excellent cardio.
The teenagers hesitate at the edge of the moving crowd, so I walk past them. Being a stripper at the premier gentleman’s club, I never know if a dude will recognize me or not. I’ll wait until they approach him, then circle back around. I don’t want to be obvious I am checking him out.
However, when I step out of the flow of moving people, I can’t help a quick glance to size him up.
Damn. He is gorgeous, and he’s a K9 cop. His dog is gorgeous too.
Stopping on the backside of a column, I set my bags down, then fidget in them, pretending to be searching for something, while I wait for the girls to get up the courage to approach him.
Tall, dark, and handsome sums him up. Black hair, bronze skin, square jaw. Umm.
Apparently, he realizes what’s going on with the girls, because he smiles, and god help me, I’m in trouble. My mouth waters and my pussy wets my panties. His smile is what makes a woman have wet dreams and fuels nights of self-love.
He gives the girls a sexy as fuck head nod, letting them know he knows what’s going on, and he is approachable.
It works, they walk over, and I pick my bags up to move in close enough to hear his voice.
He leans over slightly when they arrive, listening to what they are saying. Then he smiles again, and chuckles, lifting his head and glancing out at the crowd of people walking by.
His profile is perfect.
Just before he looks back down at them, he cuts his eyes, scanning the area, and my pussy lurches hard. His eyes are a pure blue, framed by dark thick brows. His nose is classic Greek. His lips full and sculpted, but not plump.
Good lord! He’s a handsome man.
They ask him about taking a selfie, and he smirks, then nods.
When they look around to ask someone to take the picture for them, I turn away. Not wanting to be asked. When another woman agrees, I pick my bags up and join the small crowd gathering.
One girl walks up to him, and the other to his dog. She asks, “What’s his name?”
