Dangerous Temptations

My eyes widened, and I looked around, making sure I hadn’t said that out loud. I breathed a sigh of relief when it was clear I hadn’t.

Thinking about all the humiliation I created for myself made me groan. A good plunging. With his night stick. Maybe he had a small dick. A teeny, tiny one.

Riiiight.

I took the last box from the living room to the garbage out back. He’s just a man. A sexy man. A man in uniform. With dimples. And blue eyes. Sigh.

“I have to stop this. I’m going certifiably insane.”

The sound of the doorbell had me nearly jumping out of my skin, and my hand hit the counter. Hard.

“Ouch!”

Maybe I should invest in a padded suit to wear while thinking about and interacting with the hunky cop.

I opened the door, a little disappointed and trying to hide it. Wesley greeted me with flowers. It was wonderful having my good friend so close again and a nice distraction from he who shall not be named dominating my thoughts. “What brings you to this part of town?”

Wesley held up a wine bottle in his other hand. “I came to celebrate your new domicile.”

“Domicile?” I giggled. “How lawyery of you.”

“Lawyery? We went from a too-proper word to not a word at all.”

“Basically.” In sync, we laughed. “Come on in. I think I know where the glasses are.”

I’d lit a fire in the fireplace though it was summer. The flames dancing around relaxed me.

Wesley took off his suit jacket and laid it on the back of the couch, leaving him in his navy, pinstriped pants, vest, and tan shirt. “I like what you’ve done with the place.”

The living room was my favorite room, with the large bookshelves flanking the fireplace and large windows. I loved this house. “My bedroom and the living room are unpacked. The rest of the house… not so much. I’m glad I’m somewhat of a minimalist when it comes to decorating.”

“It’s coming together. Virg did a great job with the restoration.”

“It’s perfect. I’ve loved this house for as long as I can remember. I can’t believe it all worked out.”

Wesley took in the room again. “Virg told me about the higher offer. I think things worked out the way they were supposed to.”

I beamed. “Me, too. Let’s go to my messy kitchen to see if I can find the corkscrew and glasses.”

Luckily, I found both. With the ease of an expert, Wesley opened the bottle and poured us each a small glass. As we walked to the living room, he raised his glass for a toast. “To new adventures.”

“To new adventures,” I echoed. We clinked glasses, and I took a sip, enjoying the sweetness of the wine. “Hmm… this is good.”

“Good. I got the best Moscato they had at the store. How about a tour of the rest of the place?”

I showed Wesley the house and explained how I envisioned each room. In the next couple of days, I’d be done. Another item checked off the checklist.

It was nearly seven when he glanced at the time. “I have to meet some colleagues. I may have to go out of town and do some work at the main law office in Boston.”