Where Would I Be Without You - By CJ Hawk Page 0,75

ended quickly with a solid hard knock at my door.

I opened it quickly without thinking about wiping my eyes or looking to see who was behind my door, when none other than Sheriff Cal stood there with my purse strap in his hand, holding it up in front of my face. I looked down and thanked him, and I saw a quick flash of emotion in his face. I grabbed my purse, started to turn and close the door when I heard him clear his throat, and watched him put his foot in my door. "Sorry Kia but I have to ask you to come back with me to the station right now. I need you to submit to a piss test. Deputy Mike saw you drinking a beer with some women right before the accident."

"But I passed the roadside sobriety test." I started to doubt that what I saw was an empathy emotion right before he lodged his foot in my door but a flash of some kind of giddy he got from riling up the locals.

"Nonetheless. Piss test." He stepped inside, and I stepped back. "Go wash that melted chocolate off your face, and we can go."

I turned to walk towards my bathroom then felt his footsteps behind me. I turned back around, and I ran smack dab into a solid brick wall of olive green soft cotton tee shirt, letting the melted M&M mess from my face land squarely on his upper chest of his shirt. I remembered back distinctly while the rescue crew worked the jaws of life on my car, I was shoving handfuls of quickly melting candy into my mouth. Then just as the cutter made its way through the metal roof, the front windshield popped forward in one solid piece, and everyone started to laugh. Cal's voice broke through the laughter with a 'someone just help her crawl out on the hood' authoritative voice. At that memory, I grabbed a fistful of Cal's shirt letting my hand brush at his naked stomach underneath. I wiped my face off and put a smirk on my face, then let the fistful of shirt go and letting the back of my hand brush across his six-pack of muscular structure. I felt a flinch of his muscles tighten, and a quick flash of lust crossed my new sheriff's face.

"You missed a spot." His laughter felt like nails on a chalkboard. How could he laugh at this entire situation so easily when all I wanted to do was kiss that smug look off his face? I really wanted to let my hands explore his naked body, those hard muscles, those broad shoulders, those... My thoughts got interrupted with a sharp snap of my name. "Kia?"

Hiding my embarrassment, I stomped the rest of the way back into the bathroom to grab a wet washcloth and wipe my face. There was only a small chocolate smear, but I wiped it off any ways. My mascara, on the other hand, began to run down my face in black water like streaks. I guess I should have known better to wear waterproof mascara today. I began to fix my makeup when I caught a look from Cal out of the corner of my eye in the mirror. He was watching me with a look of sexual interest in his eyes as he leaned into the doorframe of my bathroom. I felt a small prowess build in me, and I began to play with putting on my makeup in a sexual fashion.

Before I knew it, he blurted out. "That's enough. It's not a fashion contest, just a piss test. I still need to make it into work for my first day. Christ woman, when they warned me about you, I had no idea that they weren't kidding."

I turned and stomped my left foot hard on his running shoe, oozed out a fake 'oops, I'm sorry' then brushed passed him with a side shoulder hit into his rock hard upper body and headed right to my room to change. I slammed and locked the door behind me and listened to his voice through my door as I rubbed my shoulder. I think I hurt my shoulder and foot more than his. He was built rock solid, and I was built like the five foot six inch lightweight frame God gave me.

His voice penetrated my locked door while I quickly changed out of my summer shorts and tank top to a long-sleeve denim button shirt