wants. I walk to her now that I’m dressed. “You’re going to be a lot of trouble, aren’t you?” I say, teasing her as I have in the past.
“Again, I’m worth all the trouble, officer,” she begins, and I have no fucking doubt about this.
Chapter 10
Malia
“I really miss the BMW,” I tease.
His eyes flash to mine as he takes the entrance for I-5. “You’re a brat, you know that?”
“Yeah, and a smart-ass, and a little crazy at times,” I counter. “Are you getting clam chowder?” I ask.
He scoffs at me. “Of course, it’s the main reason to go there. But that’s not enough for this growing man. I normally get the fresh salmon.”
“Yeah, you’re a growing young man, that’s for sure,” I tease, speaking of his grown member, which I certainly didn’t miss as it became more erect by the second.
His cheeks pinken, and he doesn’t respond to me.
“Oh, shit, Wells, that was super inappropriate.” Though it’s the truth. I don’t regret what I’ve said, but I’ll keep this to myself.
“I was going to agree with you that you’re a smart-ass.”
“And you can’t be a smart-ass?” I question as he weaves in and out of traffic.
“Nah, I’m mostly known for being an overbearing asshole.”
Now this I’d like to see. “Oh, great, can’t wait.” I’m serious, especially if he wants to be an overbearing asshole on my behalf by protecting me.
“I don’t know if you would, Mal.” I love this nickname—I love it so much, and at the mention, it makes me smile.
“What are you smiling about, sweetheart?” he asks, pulling off the freeway toward the Seattle Great Wheel.
I’ve been smiling at the ease of our conversation, and I keep this to myself. “I forgot they have a big wheel. Can we do that, please?”
When he stops at a red light, his gaze turns to mine. I let my lips fall into a pout and make my eyes as big as they can be.
“So you’re telling me you’re a smart-ass, a peeping Tom, a brat, and now one to bribe an officer of the law with your pouty lips and big eyes?”
I nod my head in agreement. “By golly, you get me. Is it working?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s working.” Our eyes stay connected. I won’t look away because with every moment I’m in this man’s presence, I recognize how our relationship is evolving. It’s what I want, and with a small flash of longing in his eyes, I know it’s what he wants, too. It’s not until the light turns green and the car behind us honks that he breaks this intimate moment.
The waiter has his eyes transfixed on my boobs when he comes to collect our drink orders. I’m used to this because the girls tend to call home all sets of eyes, but I’ve been curious as to what Wells would do.
“And, you, beautiful, what would you like?” He barely pays Wells any mind as he’s asked for a beer, but me, his eyes stay planted on my ample breasts.
“I don’t know, honey,” I say to Wells, moving in close in the small circular booth we are seated in. “Why don’t you order for me?” My stare turns to Wells, and his jaw is clenched with the sound of his teeth grinding.
He swings his arm around me, and both his forearm and biceps are rigid. A visible vein on the side of his neck pulses, and he releases an almost animalistic deep growl from his throat. The young waiter’s mouth gapes wide open, and beads of sweat instantly form on his forehead. “Oh, shit, I thought he was an older brother. He looks old, and you look young and hot as hell.” If this is some form of sorry from this poor bastard, Wells misses it as he grips me tighter to him.
“Hey, asshole, eyes on her face, not on her tits!” he roars.
“Yeah, sorry, man.”
I love his overprotective nature, and before the poor kid pisses himself, Wells gives him my drink order. “Coke. She’ll have a Coke.”
When he leaves, I know I don’t have long before the morality of my police angel overtakes him, and I cozy into his side.
“Thanks for coming to my honor.” It’s instantaneous as he moves his arm from around me.
“Yeah, that kid wasn’t very smooth. Sick son of a bitch,” he adds for good measure, but it’s not a lighthearted laugh. He’s upset, visibly angry, and he’s just now letting go of me, and I want to revel in it as long as I