But I’m taking Maggie with me. It’s not protocol, but fuck if I care. I’m not letting her out of my sight. Not until we’re one hundred percent sure that she’s safe and we’re settled in.
“Are you sure?” Maggie asks as we approach the Federal building. It’s small. East Robinsville isn’t exactly Los Angeles or New York for a field office, but that’s okay. “I mean—”
“I don’t give a damn what Uncle Sam has to say,” I reply, holding her hand as we approach security. I watch her go through first before laughing as her jaw drops when I put my gun and badge in the bin to walk through the metal detectors. “Guess you haven’t seen these yet.”
“No,” she admits, her eyes going even larger when I flash the badge in its black leather billfold at her. As I replace them, badge in my back pocket, gun in my holster, I realize she’s watching me, biting her lip. I cup her chin, bringing her eyes up to look me in the face. “It’s okay, Angel. Don’t be scared. I’ll never hurt you.”
She shakes her head, looking left and right to make sure no one can hear her before whispering in my ear. “It doesn’t make me nervous. You look hot and tasty as fresh French fries, all confident badass. Especially in that T-shirt.”
I smirk, kissing her hard but keeping it fast. I don’t want any of the fuckers around here seeing my woman turned on. That’s fucking private, just for me and her. I groan, wishing I could shove her into a broom closet or empty office, but there’s never anything private in this place.
I take her hand again and start to lead her to the elevators. “Come on, we’d better get this over with so we can get back home.”
The ride up to the fourth floor is quiet but slightly tense. Maggie’s probably never even been in a normal police station, except maybe to pay a parking ticket, and now she’s going to an FBI office. I give her hand a squeeze as the door opens, and we head into the bullpen area. I’m surprised to see Chucky jump up immediately when he sees me.
“What the hell? When’d they let you out of the basement?” I ask, giving him a big hug, bro-patting him on the back. “Damn, Chucky, you lost weight! What the hell happened?”
He steps back, flexing and patting on his considerably flatter stomach. “Yep, Pokémon Go sucked nuts, but getting outside to catch the little fuckers did me some good. Got me away from my desk and even to the gym. Having to watch my diet now that I’m mostly playing Fortnight and my usual Call of Duty team.”
I grin, shaking my head. He’s a geek, but he’s a good face to see. “Battle Royale?”
Chucky grins. “Fuck, yeah, anytime.”
I glance at Maggie, who’s wearing a half amused, half scared shitless look on her face. “Might be a bit, but soon, man.”
Chucky sees Maggie, and he walks toward her, hand outstretched. “You must be Maggie. Nice to meet you. I’m Chucky. I sorta run the computers, you know.”
Maggie smiles, shaking his hand. “I remember, and thank you. Nice to put a face to the voice on the phone.”
Our reunion is cut short by the appearance of my boss, SSA Solomon. A tall woman in her early sixties with a no-nonsense brown helmet of hair that nobody in the office has the balls to fuck with, she’s run the East Robinsville office for five years now. “Shane. How good of you to join us. You two come on in my office.”
I look to Chucky for some read on the situation, but he shrugs. Keeping Maggie’s hand, we go into the office.
I try to start on the right foot, with introductions. “Maggie, this is my boss, Maria Solomon. Maria, this is my . . . Maggie.”
I didn’t know what to call Maggie. Girlfriend doesn’t seem remotely strong enough, and I can’t just go around proclaiming her ‘mine’ like a caveman to other people. When it’s the two of us, fuck, yeah. But in public, probably not exactly politically correct. Although, Maggie’s still got a bit of pink tint to the delicate skin of her neck where my lips sucked a day or two ago, and she looks proud of it.
I knew this meeting was coming and at least tried to keep my marks to the skin that’d be covered by her clothes. I smirk a bit, knowing that she’s got my claims on her tits, her belly, her thighs, her ass, and she was begging for me to ‘fuck her’ just this morning.
It’s those filthy words that do me in every time my sweet girl uses them, my dirty Angel who makes me hard as a rock in an instant.