Page 27 of Cocky Jerk

“But no worries,” I go on, taking a step back. I hold up my hands and shrug my shoulders. “You don’t date cops and I don’t chase girls who don’t want to be chased.” Shoving my hands in my pockets, I glance toward the street.

Hell, at this point maybe she’s doing me a favor seeing as she’s got me this wound up and all I’ve done is hold her hand. There’s no way one night with her would be enough and I’m not looking to make a fool out of myself any more than I already have.

That’s what you get for thinking with your dick.

“Marco…” she murmurs.

Done with this conversation, I shake my head. Reaching into my back pocket, I pull out my keys. I’m about to walk away from her when I remember she said she took the subway here. Muttering a curse, I close my fist around the keys and look at her.

“Where’s your bike?” I grunt.

“Back at the parking garage. I couldn’t carry the arrangement in my saddlebags, so I took the train…” her voice trails as she brushes the hair away from her eyes. “Forget that…” she stammers. “Marco, you can’t say stuff like that and then just ask me where my bike is,” she argues.

“Sure I can,” I reply, grabbing her elbow. I start to lead her down the street, toward the lot where my car is parked.

“Here’s how this is going to play out, I’m giving you a ride back to the office and then we can go our separate ways. No more advances. If I stop at the office to see Soraya and you’re there, I’ll say hello, but you have my word, no more melons.”

“But I like melon,” she protests.

For crying out loud, this girl is making me dizzy.

One minute she’s hot, the next she’s cold.

I can’t keep up.

“And I really like meatball sandwiches.”

I turn to her and she flashes me a smile, the kind of smile you feel deep down in your bones. One you know you’ll never recover from. A smile that will change the entire course of your life if you let it.

Shit.

Inching closer, she tilts her head back and looks up at me.

“And I really like all that dirty talk too, Officer Pirelli.”

Swallowing, I stare back at her.

“That wasn’t dirty talk.”

“Oh?”

This girl is going to ruin me.

Obliterate me.

She’s going to leave me in a million fucking pieces.

“You want dirty talk, keep smiling at me like that and I’ll give you all the filthy words you can imagine.”

Chapter Nine

Antonia

Monday might be a bitch, but her sister, Tuesday, is well on her way to becoming a total twat. At this rate, I’m scared to see what Wednesday is going to bring and let’s not even talk about Friday. By then I should either be fired, married, or fucked.

Literally.

Things were going well for the most part until I revealed Marco as my knight in shining armor to Soraya. There was no mistaking the gloating expression on her face and I immediately fell victim to foot in mouth syndrome. I went from being fully immersed in my work to daydreaming about Marco. I wound up pushing some of the most ridiculous emails through to Soraya’s and, yeah, you guessed it, I cc’d Ida on them too.

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