Page 5 of Close Encounters of the Sexy Kind
She looked over to find him smirking, openly focused on her ample bosom. Not even the hundred-dollar minimizer bra she’d bought could hide those, but at least it helped. Clearly, not enough.
“Wish I could say the same, Kowalski.”
He placed his hand over his heart as if her words wounded him. She knew better. Beneath the designer suit and power tie, Jeremy Kowalski was an arrogant, conceited caveman who believed women had no place on the force ... unless they were delivering coffee or cleaning up after the men.
After gathering her jacket and purse, she went out the back, her eyes focused on the lot in case one of the crabs from earlier had somehow made its way around the building and was still scuttling about. Thankfully, she made it to her car and back to her apartment unscathed.
Ryan had no sooner kicked off her shoes when her cell phone chimed with an incoming message. She checked the screen, finding a text from Betty.
We’re still on for Tuesday, right?
Ryan groaned. She had forgotten all about her promise.
Tuesday was Betty’s birthday, and rather than the quiet birthday dinner Ryan had suggested, Betty wanted to celebrate at the hot new club, Bait, that had opened near her. In a moment of BF birthday guilt and puppy-dog-eye-induced weakness, Ryan had agreed.
It’s a work night. Are you sure you don’t want to go for a nice dinner instead?
Hell yes, you’re buying me dinner, and then afterward, we’re going to shake our booties like there’s no tomorrow. It’s my birthday wish, so you can’t say no. Besides, I already bought the perfect dress.
Ryan exhaled. The things she did in the name of friendship.
All right.
Squee! And wear something sexy!
Sexy. Right. Ryan didn’tdosexy. Despite her abundant feminine assets, she was, and always had been, more of a tomboy than a girly-girl. Her closet consisted of work-appropriate business and business casual, all of which saidI am a professional police detective, with a healthy sprinkling of off-the-clock comfortable. Anything else was an impractical waste of her hard-earned money.
Popping a frozen entrée in the microwave, she made herself some herbal tea and changed into loose pajama pants and an oversized police academy tee. Then she plopped down on her sofa and flipped right to the channel to watch while she ate her dinner. There was nothing like a good alien crime drama to relax and unwind.
