Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 27032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
“Seventy-five. It’s fully loaded.” Johnson smiled. “Then how about riding something else?”
Day glared. “Fuck, man, you’re a cop. You don’t recognize sexual harassment even when it’s coming out of your own mouth?”
“It’s only harassment if you don’t like it.”
Day rolled his eyes. “Like I said the last twenty times, I’m not interested. You and me together would just end badly.”
“How you figure that?”
“Because I’d fuckin’ kill you, and you’d end up dead, that’s why,” Day gritted. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’m swamped in paperwork.”
“Ah, come on, Day.” Johnson leaned closer. “You’ve been turning me down for weeks, and it’s only making me more intrigued.”
Day shot a quick glance at his partner. God’s shoulders were tense, and his brow furrowed as he seemed to shoot daggers at the file he was holding.
“Johnson.” Day sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’m not playing at anything. Damn, man, you’re like fuckin’ genital herpes. No matter how much ointment you use, it just keeps fuckin’ coming back.”
God had just taken a drink of his water that was now sprayed all over his computer screen as he struggled through a hacking fit.
Day smiled, only because there was nothing like getting a reaction from God.
Johnson’s smoothness faltered, but not for long. “Ouch, that burned.”
“Not as bad as herpes do.”
“Hi, God, I’m on my way to the sandwich shop around the corner with the great cold cuts… Do you want anything? My treat.” Officer Vicki Seasel leaned over God from behind, her big breasts almost resting on his shoulders. “Or you can join me.”
Seasel was almost as relentless in her pursuit as Johnson. While she didn’t boldly harass God like Day was getting, her intentions were well known. If God wanted to ravage her, he’d only need to nod his head toward his truck.
“Nah, I’m good,” God grunted.
“You sure?” She turned her gaze on Day but didn’t give him the pleasure of batting her long lashes. “Anything for you, Day?”
Day glanced up at Johnson, who was still hovering like a vulture. “Nope. I’ve had my share of bologna today.”
“You can hide behind your humor and sarcasm all you want, Day, but I don’t take no for an answer.” Johnson stood and straightened his suit jacket. “I won’t stop until I have you laid out on my mulberry silk sheets.”
“Bound and gagged,” Day said dryly.
Seasel continued to lean over God. “You’re studying the detective’s manual, huh?”
God nodded, not taking his eyes off his papers.
“I think it’s amazing you’re making detective after three years. That’s insane.”
“Well, he’s nothing without me,” Day deadpanned. “You know what they say, behind every good man is an even better man.”
Seasel laughed, swatting her hand in his direction. “Day, you’re a trip.”
“He thinks he’s funny, but I see behind the act,” Johnson said.
Day slouched down in his chair. This morning was already sucking ass. All he wanted was some peace and quiet.
Seasel propped her hip on God’s desk, her sickly sweet perfume almost as annoying as Johnson’s cologne.
“Hey, God.” Seasel’s voice lowered to a soft whisper. “I was wondering if you’ve got any plans for the fourteenth.”
God cut his eyes to Day before he mumbled.
“No plans. I’m too busy.”
“All work and no play, God,” she said smoothly. “It isn’t healthy.”
He looks pretty damn healthy to me.
“Delivery for Officer Day,” one of the administrative assistants singsonged as she bounced in with her arms loaded with at least three dozen of the weirdest, prettiest flowers Day had ever seen.
He gaped at the huge bush. “What in the hell? Are you sure those are for me, Gina?”
“The delivery guy said, ‘Officer L. Day.’” She beamed, leaning in and smelling the flowers. “These are gorgeous. I’ve never seen flowers like these before.”
“Yeah, me either.” Day located the card. He read the scribbled note and glared at Johnson, who was grinning like the cat that got the canary.
“What cemetery did you rob?” Day frowned at Johnson, then at the massive vase that was taking up half of his desk.
“These are Juliet roses, very expensive.” Johnson bit his bottom lip, gazing at Day’s mouth. “And they’re just as rare as you are, handsome.”
Day’s stomach churned.
“Aww, that’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” Seasel poked her glossy bottom lip out. “If only someone would buy me flowers.”
God didn’t look up, and Seasel didn’t give up.
“I’d show my appreciation in the most unique ways,” she crooned. “Over and over and over.”
Day cringed. Yikes.
“Johnson, you have great taste. These are so pretty.” Seasel fawned over the bouquet, and Day had a mind to tell her to feel free to take them and put them on her desk.
His face was growing warm as several of the officers in the precinct began to whisper and chuckle with each other. Johnson’s advances had spread like wildfire over the last few weeks, and Day had become the butt of many jokes since.