Emily came back with her wallet and threw me an evil glance. She turned back to the delivery boy. “How much do I owe you?”
I stepped further into her apartment while she paid for the food. The smell of Chinese food filled the room and made my stomach grumble. Her living room was almost completely empty save for a small box TV. I'd seen crack houses that were better furnished.
Emily closed the door behind the delivery boy and turned towards me. “You know, you got a lot of nerve.”
I ignored her remark. “You would think a Sheriff's salary would afford you some furniture.”
Emily scoffed and blocked my way from going into the kitchen. “I haven't had time to pick out furniture yet.”
I made a u-turn from the kitchen and walked towards the bedroom. Emily chased after me but was too late. A lone sleeping bag stood in the middle of the room and a pile of dirty clothes were laying in the corner. “You should at least get a bed. And this place could use some color.”
Emily weaseled around me and pushed me out of her bedroom, her cheeks all flushed. “Don't go in there.” She wasn't wearing a bra and her hard nipples were poking through the baggy shirt. It took all the willpower in the world to keep myself from grabbing those nice tits.
You're not here for that, Caleb. Focus on the task at hand.
“Nothing to be embarrassed about.” I chuckled. We walked back into the living room and a red tabby cat came out from the bedroom and began bumping her head against my leg.
“Ariel, what are you doing!” Emily shrieked.
“I think your cat likes me,” I said, crouching down to pet her.
“Usually, Ariel doesn't let anyone touch her.”
“Good girl,” I whispered to the cat, rubbing her chin.
“Do you want some Chinese?” Emily asked, unpacking little takeout boxes from the plastic bag.
I smiled and stood up. “I thought you'd never ask.”
Emily spooned some fried rice and spicy pork on a plate for me. She dropped a napkin on the floor and bent over to pick it up. I admired her hot ass in those tight sweatpants and her eyes caught me but I didn't care. “I'm sorry, I don't really have a dining table yet or chairs.”
“Don't worry about it. Here's fine.” I sat down in the middle of the living room on the carpet and took a bite of rice. The food instantly settled my stomach down.
Emily sat across from me and began chowing down. She ate like an animal, shoveling pork into her mouth like she was at a eating competition. Not the most attractive eater. “So what do you have to tell me about the Mexicans?” she asked with her mouthful.
I cleared the food in my throat. “The Mexicans hit one of my supply houses.”
“Good for them,” she replied, smirking and taking another bite.
I sneered at her. “It's in my best interest to get the Mexicans to back down. I don't want to lose half of my MC going to war with them. The Blacks are already bleeding bodies.”
“And what do you want me to do about that?”
The Sheriff already knew where I was heading but she was wanted to play games. She needed this just as much as I did. But she wanted me to beg for her help. “I can give you intel about the Mexicans. Information that will lead to some big busts for you. Get you on the front page of the paper.”
Emily wiped her mouth with a napkin and set the paper plate on the carpet. “I'm not in this for the fame, Caleb. I just want to keep this town safe.”
I put my food down too. “Then lets help each other.”
Emily thought about it for a moment. “So you need the cops to put the heat on the Mexicans so they'll be too busy with the Blacks and us to retaliate against you.”
Nothing got past her. It was crazy how she could see the whole picture so easily. “In so many words, yes. But this could be a big win for you. I know locations of weapon stashes, drug labs, and whorehouses.”
Emily grabbed Ariel as she passed by and began petting her. “And you want the police department to do the dirty work for you?”
The cat's eyes closed and she settled in to Emily's lap. “Who would you rather ally with? Black Widow MC or The Death Merchants.”
“If I had a choice—neither. But if I don't help you, then this 'war' might get out of hand.”
“We're the lesser of two evils, Sheriff.”
Emily firmed her lips as she contemplated my proposition. I couldn't keep my eyes off her. My cock was hammering in my pants as we argued. I needed to feel that warm pussy again. I never fucked the same girl twice but Emily was different. She was smarter than all the trailer-trash bitches I'd been with combined. And her body was so fucking hot. Why she had to hide it all under a boring uniform was beyond me.