Mitch’s eyes moved over my face. Then he smiled back. Then he lifted his other hand, curled it around the side of my neck and pulled me in and up.
Then he kissed me, fast, hard but closed-mouthed.
Then he whispered against my lips, “Get to work, sweetheart.”
I grinned against his.
Then I moved away, Mitch walked me to my car and I got to work.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Operation Drunk Sex Later
Two weeks, two days later…
“I’m back, baby!” Mitch called from my living room-slash-kitchen-slash-dining room.
He’d taken the kids to spend the night at Penny’s not so we could have a night out, so I could go out with the girls and he could go to work. He had something happening with a case he was working on and he was doing overtime. I had a new little black dress and new sexy, strappy, high-heeled black sandals and I was meeting “the girls” (“the girls” being Roberta, LaTanya, Elvira, Tess and Elvira’s friends Gwen, Cam and Tracy) for drinks at Club.
The little black dress and sexy new shoes I was currently wearing were purchased because we were in throes of Pierson’s Mattress and Bed’s annual summer madness sale and apparently half of Denver needed a mattress and/or bed. I was run off my feet but my commissions were killer.
Of course, I wanted to bank them to pay attorneys fees but, with Mitch’s overtime on this big case and seeing as he clearly absorbed Elvira’s lesson about little black dresses, he encouraged me to go shopping with her (which I did) and spoil myself (which meant spoiling him).
So now I was wearing my first ever LBD. It was sleeveless. It was black jersey. It was shorter than any dress I’d ever worn. It had no back (at all). It was clingy in a lot of places and tight in all the others.
And the shoes even turned me on they were so hot.
I’d added heavy makeup (something I never did but it looked pretty good even if I did say so myself). I’d also added lots of hair (something else I never did but ditto with it looking good).
And now I was good to go.
And good to go meant Mitch driving me to Club. I had to work that day but the girls had met for dinner at Club and I was meeting them there. I ate a quick turkey sandwich when I got home. Mitch took the kids to Penny’s, was going to take me to Club before he went to do his thing and then I was going to text him when it was time to come home. If he could get me (and LaTanya), he would. If he couldn’t, Elvira promised that Hawk, who was showing to get Gwen and Elvira and anyone else who needed a ride, would give me a ride.
My night was all planned and effortless for me. All I had to do was get glamorous, show up and suck back cocktails.
After a day of selling mattresses, that was all I had in me.
Incidentally, I was not worried about meeting three women who were curious about me. Yes, this was how far beyond my classification system I was. Three months ago, sitting down with three women who would be judging if I was good enough for Detective Mitch Lawson would have sent me over the edge.
Now?
Whatever.
If they didn’t like me, I didn’t have it in me to care.
Mitch liked me. That was all that mattered.
I turned from the mirror in the bathroom, hit the light and called back to Mitch, “I’m ready to go if you are!”
I went to my bed, grabbed my little black purse, turned out the lamp I had on by the bed and sashayed on my four inch heels out the door. I moved down the hall and saw Mitch at my bar, eyes down, he was flipping through a file on the bar but as I moved out of the mouth of the hall, his eyes came to me.
“Do you want to leave now?” I asked, continuing toward him. “LaTanya texted me. They’re there already so…”
I trailed off because the look on his face finally registered in me.
Yes.
In me.