Page 48 of The Fate of Us

“Unlikely. I’m sure someone that sexy doesn’t go for assholes like you, Jon,” his partner, Elliot, fires back.

“Oh come on. That ass is dying to be squeezed by these hands.”

I look behind me to see who he is looking at and see Anna a few tables over dropping off drinks. I smirk as I turn back around. I cannot wait to see Anna tell him off.

Jon is still going on about her and I would normally be pissed about someone talking about her like that but I know he is an asshat and she would never agree to anything with him. And I am not concerned she would leave me.

Marcus is the only one that knows Anna is my girlfriend since we came here one day last week. He looks over at me and grins when he sees the look on my face.

“Have you all figured out what you want to eat?” Anna asks as she walks up right next to me.

Stew orders for all of us, getting a handful of appetizers to share.

“Anything else?”

“How about your number?” Jon asks as Andrew shakes his head.

I grin as I look up at her, her cheeks flushing. “Umm no sorry.”

“Aww come on baby. You don’t know what you’re missing.”

“Probably not a whole lot,” she mutters quietly so only Marcus and I can hear her. “I don’t date cops.”

“Baby, I ain’t a cop. I’m a detective.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. Anna finally looks at me, her eyes going wide, before she turns back to Jon. “Yeah still a cop. Not my type.”

I drag my finger up the back of her leg and she shakes me off.

“I’ll go put your order in and I’ll bring you all another pitcher.”

She walks away but not before shooting me a dirty look that only I can see.

“I think I got a chance with her,” Jon jokes.

Marcus shakes his head laughing. “If you think you have a chance with her, you are clearly an idiot. You really think she would go out with you?”

“I saw the way she blushed especially right before she walked away. I got this in the bag. She is just playing hard to get.”

I am the only one that knows that blush before she walked away was because my hand was dangerously close to her glorious pussy but I am not letting Jon know that.

Andrew turns to Jon. “What makes you think she is playing hard to get?”

He shrugs. “The ladies love me. They all want me.”

Anna shows up at that moment with a new pitcher of beer. “I highly doubt all the ladies want you.”

Jon looks at her, running his eyes up and down her body. He looks like a predator, not a cop. “Most do.”

“Well I’m not most,” Anna states matter-of-factly.

“That’s for sure,” I say.

She glares at me while Jon keeps speaking. “So why not cops?”

“I prefer a real man, not one who thinks he is better than the rest because he as some sort of power.”

“Well baby, I’m all man.”

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