Tease Me(4)

I shifted in my seat. “Nah,” I said, gripping the steering wheel. “We’ll be moving in no time.”

Misty shot me a glare. “Come on, Ellie. What’s the point of driving your squad car off duty if you don’t have a little fun?”

“It’s not right to do that. There isn’t a real emergency.”

“The emergency is this pregnant lady is hungry and has to pee.”

I pressed my lips together. The last thing I needed was to turn on the siren, bypass the slow-going traffic, and have someone see us pull up to the restaurant. It wasn’t worth the risk. If word got back to my dad, Mr. Police Chief, I’d never hear the end of it. And I wouldn’t even bother asking for the promotion at the end of the month…again.

It took us thirty minutes to make the ten-minute drive into downtown. I got a table while Misty hurried to the bathroom. I ordered us both waters; as much as I’d love a glass of pink moscato, it wasn’t something I could really afford. Besides, I drank last night. I didn’t want to make a habit of it.

“So what do you have to tell me?” I asked Misty as soon as she got to the table.

She pressed a smile and sat, unfolding her napkin and putting it in her lap. She didn’t meet my eyes. Fuck. This wasn’t good. She waved her hand in the air.

“It’s nothing. Let’s enjoy dinner. On me tonight,” she added quickly.

I raised my eyebrow. “Like I can enjoy dinner with this looming over me.”

She picked up her menu. “Oh come on, Ellie. Want to split an appetizer with me?”

“Misty Clearwater,” I said, putting my hands on the table. And yes, that was really her name. Talk about marrying into a bad last name… “What the hell is going on?”

Misty sighed and set her menu down. “Remember how I told you Josh was offered a job in Germany?”

Fuck. “Yeah, I do.”

“Well…they sweetened the deal. Offered him twice as much as he’s making now. It’s enough to let me stay home with Lucas when he’s born.”

My heart fell to the floor. I pushed my shoulders back and forced a smile. “I hope he took it. Being a stay at home mom is your dream.” Just being a mom was Misty’s dream. After three rounds of failed IVF, Misty finally had her baby growing strong in her belly. I had been there the day she got her positive pregnancy test. We hugged and cried together. I knew how much it meant to her to be able to stay home with her miracle baby.

“We are seriously considering it.” She twisted the napkin in her hands. “His parents live in Europe anyway, you know. They want to be very involved grandparents.”

“That’s great news, Mist! Cheer up. I’m totally ordering you a virgin daiquiri to celebrate!”

Misty’s shoulders relaxed. “I’m going to really miss you. Will you come visit? I’d say I’d make the trip back to Indiana, but with a baby…”

“Duh. I’ll be there.” I smiled at my best friend. “I’m going to be in the delivery room when he’s born too, remember?”

“You have to be. Josh is going to pass out.”

We laughed. “When are you leaving?”

Misty shook her head. “I’m not really sure. Josh goes out Monday to get a feel of things. If he likes it and takes the job, we’ll start house hunting right away.”

“That’s great,” I repeated. “You always wanted to go to Europe.”

“I do,” she said, tucking a curly lock of blond hair behind her ear. The conversation shifted away from moving, and things carried on just like old times. I couldn’t get the sinking feeling out of my stomach. I didn’t want Misty to leave. Sure, we’d stay friends and talk occasionally, but it wouldn’t be the same.





*





After dropping Misty off at her house, I debated going to the bar for real and looking for Doctor Sexy—hey, he might actually be there—or anyone to buy me drinks and show me a good time. If I went to a bar, I wanted to get wasted, shit-faced, black-out drunk so I wouldn’t remember my best and only friend was leaving in a few short weeks.

I closed my eyes and flicked my left blinker on, turning home. I couldn’t leave the squad car in the parking lot overnight. And I would never drink and drive. I wasn’t stupid, and I wasn’t reckless. Putting innocent lives at risk went against everything being a cop stood for.

At home, I showered, changed back into my jammies, and allowed myself half a glass of five-dollar wine. I knew I shouldn’t drink just because I was upset. I never did. But fuck it tonight. I needed to drown my sorrows.

I wanted a good, hard fuck. That would take my mind off of everything other than the cock ramming in and out of me. I took a few more swallows of wine and flipped to some B-grade porno.