Trixsters Anonymous

“Yeah, she swears by it. We used to do Pilates until our instructor slept with Carlton, then Maren decided yoga was better. I think she likes to see me make a fool out of myself. That stuff is hard.”

“I’d like to see you do yoga.”

“Believe me, it’s not pretty. Some women are graceful, elegant, and really pose with form. I resemble a pretzel unraveling. Last time I went, she almost peed on herself when I went elbow over knee and ended up doing a somersault into the lady in front of me. Now, they ask me to stay in the back corner, far away from anyone.”

Humor lights up his face and he grins wide. “I bet it was sexy.”

“Are you crazy? There was nothing sexy about it.”

He takes another sip of his coffee, staring at me in a way that says he thinks differently.

“What about you? Any huge police things happening?”

“Car theft ring is making its way around the area. I’m looking into it. A few other things.”

“Do you ever do stakeouts?”

“I do, why?” his eyes narrow.

“No reason.” I shrug nonchalantly. “I just wonder if I could do one with you sometime.”

I don’t dare mention that I’m actually interested in learning professional techniques to share with Maren.

“Emi, you realize the last time we were together in a parked car, you were plastered on my lap, grinding on my cock? I’m not sure you and me on a stakeout would be a good idea.”

“Good times,” slips out as I remember that fondly.

“Fuck me.” He places his mug in the sink and reaches over, taking mine as well, then tugs me close. His hands slide down my sides until he’s cupping my butt. “You want to go on a stakeout with me, or you want to sit on my lap and tease me by wiggling your sweet ass?”

“Both,” I answer unashamed.

He squeezes and lowers his mouth to mine. “It’s going to be hard to concentrate today, knowing what I have waiting for me.” Then he kisses me until that’s all I can think about, too.

“Get in here!” I throw open my door and sling Maren inside.

“What the hell?”

“I’ve been dying to talk to you.”

“Ooh-la-la, did someone finally get laid?” She thrusts her hips suggestively. “It’s about time.”

I slap at her. “Ugh! Stop gyrating. You look like a fool.”

Her face falls and she stops moving. “Oh, God, he was awful in bed. All those looks, and shit between the sheets. What a shame.”

“No, you dingbat. I’m not talking about that. I’m talking about the fact that Marcus is a divorce lawyer. More importantly, he’s Jean’s divorce lawyer, and her friend’s, too.”

She stares at me with indifference, tossing a hand in the air. “So?”

“And, he’s got the video and pictures from the other night.”

“I’d guess he does. I told you she had a lawyer and was moving forward.”

“Yes, but with Marcus? Doesn’t that freak you out?”

“Not at all.”

“But Marcus is Walker’s best friend,” I squeak out, trying to express how bad the situation is.