Sexy Ass Detective and Me

A knock on my door distracted me from my movie marathon, just as it was getting to the good part. With an eye roll and a very exaggerated groan, I dragged myself to open it."Who are you? " I asked as soon as I yanked the door open.The woman watched me with an eyebrow raised before peering over my shoulder to see inside my living room."Good day mam. May I come in? " She asked in a monotone voice, and it was my time to raise an eyebrow."No you may not. Who are you? " I asked more sternly. She didn't look impressed, but her face held no emotion--much like her voice."Did you know a Sheldon Myers mam? " She asked, completely catchi

"Another drink please!" I bellowed at the bartender after my hundredth shot. I was definitely drunk but I didn't care one bit. I had friends that could take me home, and if they ditched me then I'll simply just die trying to drive home drunk. We all have to die right? "Are you sure you need another drink?" A foreign voice from beside me asked, and I had to blink a couple times to focus my gaze on him. He looked like he was around my age and he was certainly hot and good-looking. Maybe it was the liquor, but I couldn't help the lopsided grin that spread across my face. "I'm a big girl. I can take a drink" I slurred in an attempt to sound normal but failed miserably. Yet despite my state, he managed to smile sweetly a

I seemed to have taken him off-guard with the kiss, but he quickly recovered and kissed me back. I was internally rejoicing that he didn't push me away from him and lock me up or something, then I would've noticed that he wasn't making naughty inside jokes about locking me up all along. But just the way how he took control made me realize that I didn't misunderstand him one bit. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pushed me against the door as he continued to move his lips roughly against mine. I couldn't help but run my fingers through his devilishly messy dark hair that I itched to feel from the moment I saw him. I received a throaty groan from him as he ran one hand up and down my waist while he used the other to pull at my hair, automatically giving him better access. I gasped

I plopped down on my bed after hours of cleaning my whole house. I'm a stress cleaner, so anytime I needed to think, I just grabbed a broom. However unlike all the other times, this time I haven't gotten far with my thinking. There was no doubt about it that I had feelings for Tristan, but to what extent? Deep down I knew I wanted more of him, and not just in an intimate way. I just couldn't shake the fact that it might be too soon for dating again. After all, my ex-boyfriend was just murdered by his secret fiancé. Maybe it should become something slow. Easy going and secret until everything is over. By then I'd know for sure what I want from this 'relationship'. Deciding I've done enough, I closed my eyes to let the sleep take over. I focuse

“Here we go,” Tristan mumbled as he pushed through his front door.  I was met with a beautifully decorated foyer that really impressed me. A huge chandelier hung above me, and the carpets were clean and beautifully decorated. He led me further into the house, where we appeared in his living room.  I wasn’t surprised, having seen the foyer, I knew this wouldn’t be different. It all looked bigger than I assumed from the outside, but it was surprisingly spacious.  “Thank you” I told him as he helped me shrug my coat off. I continued to take in every corner of the room.  “You have a beautiful home “ I finally told him after recovering from my shock. Hell, it was even nicer than my house.  “Thank you.