Hey, a brotha can dream, can’t he?

Anyway, I moved through traffic, trying to shake images of Detective Berrera “reading me my rights” and searching me in a way that would definitely be a violation of police procedure. I definitely enjoyed working for her, but the more I was around her, the more I preferred to be doing a lot of work under her, behind her, and on top of her.

The only problem was I couldn’t get up the nerve to approach her in that manner. It wasn’t like I was on the APD payroll yet, but I didn’t want to put myself in a position where I could jeopardize any goodwill that I had built with her or the other detectives in the unit.

Not just to get my dick wet. I’m not that desperate.

Now, I know it sounds crazy that a grown man would act like a horny teenager around a woman he has an affinity for, but that’s what I felt like around her. I did whatever it took to make sure she noticed me and could see that I was dedicated and serious about being a detective, hoping that I would impress

her enough to earn a compliment or a “good job, Drew,” or something. Even though I stood nearly a foot taller than her and had her by at least a good 75 to 100 pounds, I might as well have been five-foot-nothing with platform shoes on trying hard to see eye-to-eye with the object of my desires.

I honestly think that she noticed my desires for her because every few days or so, she would break from her usual routine of wearing pantsuits and wear a skirt to work. She would deliberately walk past my desk whenever she had to take care of a task sometimes, and there would be other times when I swore that she wanted me to get a good look at a pair of legs that I fantasize about spreading on at least a daily basis. It took time to adjust and function normally on those days because it felt like she purposely wore the skirts to torture me and get a reaction out of me. Sometimes she wore light makeup and lipstick, but it was never more than once every other week.

It was a cat-and-mouse game that went on for the majority of the semester.

I usually offered to escort her to her car since it was normally around one a.m. when we left the precinct. For the past few weeks, she’d politely turned me down, letting me know that she was a big girl and she could handle herself pretty well without an escort. I had no problems with her rejecting my offers. I mean, she has been a detective for a long time, so I tried to not make it look like I was begging to protect her. I’m not a stalker or anything like that.

Damn, that sounded weak, now that I thought about it. Oh, well, I’d just have to live with it until I got my nerves under control.

The evening shift came and went quickly tonight, and it almost took me by surprise that it was nearly midnight already. I was going through my usual routine of clearing out the files and reports from the week, trying to keep the workload from being too heavy when I came back on Monday night, when Detective Berrera walked by my desk. She leaned in close, giving me the impression that she didn’t want a lot of ears to hear what she was about to tell me.

“I just wanted you to know that I’ve been watching you the last few weeks and observing the work that you’ve been putting in.” She locked eyes with me as she spoke. “I’m impressed by your work ethic, Drew. You might be able to earn your way into the unit after you graduate next year.”

I sat in my chair, stunned and unable to break the eye contact between us. I was a little bit confused, because I’d never mentioned to anyone that I would be finishing up my senior year next year. The reason I kept it to myself was that I’d dropped out of college with a year remaining because I felt college wasn’t for me and that I didn’t need a degree. I took a few gigs as a bouncer and some personal security here and there, but they barely paid the bills, so I eventually came back to my senses and decided to finish what I’d started so I could be legit and make some real money.

“Thank you, Detective Berrera,” I responded, trying to suppress the smile that threatened to spread across my face. “I didn’t realize you knew when I graduated.”

Damn, kid, that was the only thing that you could come up with? I scolded myself for the weak-ass comeback. Yeah, that was real smooth, alright.

I couldn’t resist the way she sat on the desk that I was working from. Tonight was that rare night that she wore a skirt, and it rode up her legs, giving me a tantalizing up-close-and-personal view of how thick they really were. I struggled to keep eye contact with her, as I didn’t want to come across as if I couldn’t control the heat that made its way across my body. My mind began playing tricks on me, because I thought I caught a grin on her face.

Could she have been playing me, just to see how I would react?

Her skirt kept rising, showing more of her thighs. My eyes darted back and forth, stealing glances every chance that I got, fueling my desires to have her with each peek inside. I could trace her hips with my eyes, watching them sway as she was saying something to me. If I’d been paying better attention, I would have figured out that she was trying to tell me that it was time to go home.

“Drew …” She called my name, breaking my thoughts. “It’s time to head home. Shift’s over.”

Damn. This day went quicker than I wanted it to.

“I still have a few more things to finish up around here, ma’am,” I replied, cooling down to regain my composure. “I should be done in about ten minutes or so.”

“Alright, but don’t stick around longer than that, okay?” she told me, slipping down from the desk. She leaned against the desk again, almost as if she wanted to linger a little longer.

“No problem,” I answered, trying to get back to my paperwork.

As I watched her walk away from the desk, I enjoyed the view of her hips and ass swaying away from me. I wanted to ask for the umpteenth time if she wanted me to escort her to her vehicle, but I decided against it. The last thing I needed to cap off my night was another rejection from her.

I finally got things done about five minutes later. I had a sudden urge to leave and get my weekend started with a drink or two. I got to the parking lot and was near my truck when I heard a woman scream, “Get off me, I’m a detective!”

I ran in the direction of where I heard the screams, and I saw Detective Berrera struggling to fight off a would-be mugger. He had her pinned against the back of her SUV, a knife to her throat.

Instincts took over instantly.

My adrenaline reached sky-high levels as I ran as quickly as I could and tackled the mugger to the ground, wrapping his arms behind his back and taking the mask off his head. His screams of pain didn’t faze me—all I could hear was the heightened pace of my heartbeat as I barked out orders for him to remain silent. Once I had his arms pinned and he couldn’t move, I took my cell phone out and called for an officer to be dispatched to the area to take the mugger to jail.

Once my senses began to return to me, I heard something that I didn’t expect to hear. Sitting against her SUV, trying to quiet her sobs to keep me from hearing her, was Detective Berrera.

I moved to her quickly, trying to assess her injuries and find out if she needed an ambulance. The EMTs finally arrived at the same time as the officers and took her to the back of the ambulance. She tried to protest that she was okay, but eventually the EMTs won that battle.

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