Page 27 of Stella
“Cale?”
I give her a look. “You saw me, don’t act coy.”
She bats her eyelashes, and I can see right away she’s intoxicated. “Ooh, is someone jealous? Over little ole me?” she snorts a laugh.
My hands shoot out to steady her as she wobbles, and I take the drink out of her hand and place it on the nearby table. “You’re drunk.”
She walks her fingers up my chest and I glance down at the movement. That damn asshole would’ve had a birdseye view of her impressive rack from here. He wasn’t as tall as me, but tall enough. “No, I’m not. I’m having fun. Do you know how to have fun,Detective?”
Clearly, she wasn’t having fun because she was pushing him off and saying no. I dread to think what could’ve happened if she’d had the rest of that drink. “Ifhavingfunmeans letting creeps touch you when you don’t want it, then no, that doesn’t sound like my kind of fun at all.”
“That guy was a jerk.” She pulls me closer, and my fucking feet follow. “But you,DetectiveCallaghan, you’re a sight for sore eyes.”
I cock a brow. “Funny, you probably wouldn’t be saying that if you were sober.”
“Hey, I am sober!” She reaches for her half-empty cocktail glass, and I slide it farther away.
“I think you’ve had enough.”
That cute little frown appears between her eyebrows. “You just love telling me what to do, don’t you,Callaghan?”
“A second ago I was Cale.”
“Where’s Calli?” She wraps her fucking arms around my neck.
My eyes bulge as I feel her tits press up against me. She’s so short, they’re barely at my chest, even with the added height of heels, but my god, is she fucking sweet as candy.
“Calli doesn’t come out to clubs,” I say pointedly. “She’d rather stay at home and sleep on a large pillow with her favorite toy.”
“Aww. She’s so sweet. You have pretty eyes.”
Oh, Stella drunk is something else. She’s not swaying around completely out of it, but she’s definitely slurring her words. At least she’s happy, and not acting crazy like some people can do when they can’t hold their liquor. I’ve seen it all.
When I don’t answer, she blabs on. “Are you supposed to be drinking on the job?”
I try to loosen her arms from my neck; it’s not that I don’t want the contact, but taking advantage of drunk women — especially ones I like — isn’t my modus operandi.
“I’m not on the job, I’m here with some friends.”
“Really?”
I frown at her sounding so flabbergasted that I’d have friends. “Uh, huh.”
“Are they pretty, too?”
“I don’t know, I don’t usually notice if my friends are pretty or not.”
“Am I pretty?”
“I think you know the answer to that.”
She pouts those fucking cherry red lips. “You feel nice.”
I sigh. “I think I should get you back to your friends, and then you should probably get home because you’ve had too much to drink. You could get taken advantage of, and I can’t let that happen.”
“Now, now,DetectiveCallaghan, you almost sound concerned.”
Fuck me if she doesn’t push those tits farther into me. My entire body is tense, my dick rock hard — and I pray to God she can’t feel that — she has no damn clue what she’s doing to me. Or maybe she does and taunting me is her new favorite pastime.
