Page 43 of Stella
Huh.
Little does Cale know that I also have a sixth sense. My instincts are always on point. And even though I was drunkenly dancing with this dude just to make Cale jealous, I tend to agree that the vibes weren’t screaming ‘good guy’. Especially when I told him no, and he kept putting his hands on me.
He’s also right. He didn’t back off. Luckily I was in a crowded room, but I can see how easily women can get into trouble. Just because you’re dancing with a guy does not mean that you want to sleep with him. Unfortunately, some dudes just don’t get that.
Me
I was trying to make you jealous
The second I send that message I regret it.What am I doing?
Why don’t I just sky write it that I really fucking like you?
Detective Callaghan
Why would you do that?
Now is the time that I should back off. Now is the time that I should keep my fingers from typing anything back that could further incriminate me. My fingers seem to have the exact same morals and standards as my mouth. As in, I don’t know when to quit, and I’ll just say whatever comes into my head.
Me
Because you were staring at me
Well, it’s the truth. He was. And if I remember correctly, his fists were balled up and his face angry when the guy wouldn’t leave me alone. Remembering how he powered across that room, cutting through the middle of the dance floor to get to me, makes the butterflies dance around in my stomach.
Cale is a fucking god.
Detective Callaghan
Like I said, protect and serve
Me
Well, you do your job very thoroughly, Detective
Now I’ve got him thinking, I need an excuse to give him his jacket back because who knows when I’ll see him again. I don’t want him coming to Tag’s because then we won’t be able to talk without Tag herding him out like an unwanted predator trying to infiltrate the pride.
Me
Speaking of which, I need to give your jacket back to you
I do not add that I slept with it around me because it smelled like him and when I woke up, I reached out as if he were lying next to me. I was mightily disappointed when I discovered the lovely dream I was having was just that; a dream. Albeit a very enjoyable one, where Cale starred as my own personal pleasure seeker.
Lord have mercy…Those buns. Cop uniform or not, Cale has so much sex appeal, he could be a walking billboard for a men’s cologne or some fancy label. Goddamn, now I’m imagining him in all states of undress like those Calvin Klein models.
Detective Callaghan
I doubt Tag would want me coming to your work
Me
You could come by my place and pick it up
Me
But I’m having dinner tonight at Dad and Indi’s
Me
