The Alpha Claims A Mate(11)
“Ready to unwrap me, Sheriff?” she purred.
Then her gaze lit on Ginger, and her face fell. “What’s she doing here?” she pouted.
“Miss Jones. I have talked about this with you before. This is inappropriate, and a waste of county resources. You could have taken me away from a real emergency.”
“But-“ her lower lip stuck out.
“No buts. Next time you place a fake emergency call, you will be prosecuted.”
Her eyes widened with anger and shock, and she slammed the door hard before letting out a stream of curses. He turned and walked down the walkway, with Ginger following behind him and struggling not to laugh as they climbed back into his car.
“Soooo…I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that at one point, you did hit that, and she wants an encore?” Ginger said, struggling and failing to keep a straight face.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” His tone was irritated and he stared at the road straight ahead, but Ginger thought she saw a little smile struggling to break free.#p#分页标题#e#
“A little bit. Yeah. This will make a great story to tell the friends back home.”
“You in such a rush to leave us?”
“Oh, no, not at all,” she said politely.
Hell yes, before I accidentally offend someone else and start a full on war, she thought. Or before I climb on the sheriff and start humping his leg.
Stupid annoyingly sexy sheriff.
He harrumphed, and turned on the radio, flipping through channels until he found a country song.
Her cell phone rang, and she saw that it was Marigold. She quickly hit the “talk” button.
“Oh my God, have you had sex with him yet?” Marigold said.
“Why, hello, Marigold. You know, he can actually hear you. I’m in the patrol car with him. He’s like a foot away from me. So shut up, is what I’m trying to say.”
“Oooohhh! Did he arrest you? Are you in handcuffs?”
Her face reddened. “No, I’m not in handcuffs. How would I answer the phone if I were in handcuffs?”
“Good point. Hey, sheriff hot stuff! When you guys do it, you should do it in the back seat of the patrol car!” Marigold yelled into the phone. “Or maybe on the hood!”
“I am going to murder you when I get home tonight!” Ginger hissed, and clicked the phone off quickly.
Blushing, she turned and shot a venomous look at the sheriff, who was stifling a snicker.
“You’re loving this, aren’t you?” she demanded.
“A little bit. Yeah. So, you’re going to murder your friend tonight? Are you confessing in advance?”
“You hoping to put me in handcuffs?” She could have bitten her tongue off as soon as she said it. What happened to her promise to herself to be the only woman in Blue Moon County who did not stroke the over-inflated ego of Sheriff Loch Too-Sexy-For-His-Shirt Armstrong?
“Ginger Colby. I’d heard that big city girls were kinky, but I had no idea.” His warm brown eyes were like melted chocolate, and a smile curved his lips.
Her cheeks flamed red, and a sudden image flashed through her mind of herself handcuffed to her headboard while Sheriff Armstrong spread her legs open with his big, strong hands and... She pressed her legs together and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, praying she wasn’t leaving a damp spot there. She’d die. She’d literally die of mortification.
She quickly changed the subject. “So, you and trailer park Terry – you never answered my question.”
She was pleased to see that he looked uncomfortable. “Never on duty. That’s all I’ll say. And only once, with her.”
“Never on duty? Ever? With anyone? In your whole career?” Ginger gave him the skeptical side-eye.
He spluttered and then made an abrupt turn at an intersection, swerving the car so hard that she banged into her door and clutched at her seatbelt.
“Cherry pie?” he said.
“I’m sorry, what?” Ginger gasped.
“You like cherry pie? We’re going to Edna’s house of pie right now. Their pie is excellent.”
“Well…sure. Although I’m more of an apple pie girl myself.”
“Good to know.” They pulled up in front of a small diner style restaurant with a handpainted billboard sign that showed a perky 50s style waitress holding up a pie in one hand.#p#分页标题#e#
Ginger felt everyone’s eyes on her as they walked through the door, and she blushed. One man in a booth let out a low, appreciative whistle as he checked Ginger out.