Her eyes hood and her look says she is game for that kind of foreplay, then she closes them, and whispers, “Hmm, that’s sweet of you to say, Hotshot.”
What the fuck? She knows me? I haven’t been called Hotshot since my basketball days.
She looks at me through the slits of her eyes and she coos, “You don’t remember me?”
My mind jumps into hyper drive. Shifting through all the women I have fucked, but she doesn’t surface. I tilt my head and lean in closer to her. How could I forget a woman as beautiful as she is? I must have been seriously fucked up when we hooked up. Which means it must have been in college. Right after I caught Sasha and Trent fucking in my bed. The drinking binge and the fucking spree to keep from killing them nearly killed me, and I never did remember huge chunks from that timeline.
Well, if I hooked up with her back then, and she’s here now reminding me, it must have been good to her.
I only admit that ”It’s been a while.”
Her mouth pouts, “Yes, it has.” Then she reaches out and slides her fingers down my tie. “I wouldn’t have guessed you would have become a cop.”
I chuckle. “I left college and did a stint in the military. When I got out, I joined the force.”
“I have great respect for men who serve their country and community.”
“Like I said, you’re worth it.” She looks at me from under her lashes and tugs my tie. “So, you became a dancer?”
Her seductress expression changes to a genuine smile, and I know I just scored big points. She doesn’t know I don’t remember her. If I play this right, she won’t find out either.
“Yeah, I’m a dancer at Been Jammin’. You should stop by and see me sometime."
"I will." I grin, “Are you dancing tonight?"
She shakes her head and her curls bounce. "No, not tonight. Seary puts on a big Christmas production so I’m off for the next few nights.”
“Oh really?" I grin bigger. “I’m getting off at midnight tonight. Maybe we can grab a bite and catch up?"
She grins too. "You still love pizza?"
"It’s my favorite food. Shall we meet up at Blake’s?"
She grins as she bends over to pick up her shopping bags, giving me another eyeful and ensuring my dick stays hard.
“I’ll see you there at midnight.” She winks as she walks by. “Don’t be late.”
I watch her disappear into the crowd. When she is out of sight, I look down at Batman.
“Was she smokin’ hot or what?”
He wags his tail.
