I've been a cop for about five years. The pay is lousy. Plus, guys generally find a woman in uniform intimidating. That means I've been involuntarily celibate almost as long as I've had the badge.
The beam of light on my graveyard shift is Chris, a medic who usually works the same hours I do. He's hot, but never seems the slightest bit aware of it. He's also taller than I am, with a body you can only get from lifting lots of heavy people onto gurneys. So, every time I call EMS out to a scene, I pray that he comes.
The work place being what it is, I'd never let on that I had the hots for him. Besides, the risk wasn't just about sexual harassment. The cutie in question is also Captain Montgomery's nephew. Even asking him out could end my career. That's why I've always done my best to hide my lust.
I must have overcompensated because a few weeks ago, Captain called me into his office for a pre-shift "chat." Apparently, Chris told his dear uncle that I had been rude on scene. With the threat of punishment dangling over my head, I took down Chris' cell number and jumped in my cruiser with the promise to make a peace offering.
I didn't really want to call him. He'd probably see right through my charade and I'd become the topic of discussion between the guys he worked with. That poor, butch cop Julianne. Besides, what do you say to someone that you've been masturbating to the thought of for a few years?
When I was almost out of time, I flipped open my cell phone and dialed his number. As it rang, I fought the urge to hang up and take my chances with Captain.
"Hello?" His voice was husky and softer than I'd heard it before, almost as if I'd woke him from a good dream.
"Uh...Hi...Um...I"
"I think we have a bad connection."
I cleared my throat and tried not to sound like a complete moron again. It was just lunch, after all. "I'm sorry. Is this any better?"
"Yeah. Yeah, it is. Who is this?"
"Julianne from theβ"
"Julianne. Yeah. Hi. I know who you are. What's up?"
He knew my voice? My heart began to pound in my ears. I took another deep breath, and tried not to sound like a swooning schoolgirl. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for being rude. Also, I hope that you'll let me buy you lunch to make it up to you."
"Mmmmm. Well, I am hungry. Have you got a break soon?"
"Yes. In about thirty minutes."
"Okay. Let me drop this one off, and I'll meet you."
My hands shook and my palms were sweating buckets. "Where would you like to meet?"