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“Keys are on there. Don’t you dare drive drunk.” I walk over and kiss her forehead.
“I’m a cop. I’m not about breaking the law. I promise I won’t get drunk.” She smiles, and I see the pride in her face. I go over and grab the keys. “Don’t wait up.”
I get to Connie’s fifteen minutes early. I haven’t been to her place since my last visit. She has a little ranch house, and last time I was here, she had just moved in. I take notice how well maintained the yard is, smile with pride, and go knock on the door before walking in. I literally have the wind knocked out of me when I walk in and see the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. She is sitting on the couch with a blanket on her lap, her brown hair is in a ponytail, and she has a huge smile on her face while she watches TV. She turns and catches me staring. “Hey, big brother. You remember Mel?”
I’m sitting on the couch just relaxing after a shit day at work. I sat for hours with the victim of a robbery trying to draw up a sketch. When I was done, she said it looked nothing like him. This went on for three hours until finally I got one that looked like him. I love my job, I really do, but sometimes I want to curl in a ball and scream.
I always wanted to do something with my art degree, but I didn’t know what. My father is a cop, and he suggested I think about being a sketch artist for the police department. It didn’t take long for me to decide that was exactly what I wanted to do. I love being able to help find a fucking scumbag; it’s an amazing feeling.
Anyway, I’m cuddled up on the couch in my sweats watching ‘Everybody Loves Raymond,’ and I know Connie is pissed because she wanted to go hang out at the local bar. I just wasn’t up for it tonight, and being that she is my best friend, I knew she would give me a bunch of shit before she finally moved on to asking someone else. I am smiling at the TV, and I have this feeling that someone is staring at me. I turn my head and Goddamn, the hottest guy I have ever seen in real life is standing in my living room. Just as I am about to ask who he is, Connie comes in the room. “Hey, big brother. You remember Mel?” Holy shit, this is Keith. I didn’t recognize him at all, which is ridiculous considering Connie has pictures of him. He just looks so incredibly sexy in person. I met Connie in college, and we’ve been friends since. I only met Keith one time, and I had a major hangover. It must have been really bad because I’d definitely remember the guy standing here. He looks over at Connie then back at me. Suddenly, I wish I had my hair and makeup done, with my favorite black off-the-shoulder dress on.
“No, I don’t think we’ve met before.” I need to close my eyes for a second because I can actually feel my panties getting wet from that sexy deep voice.
“Yes, you did. My freshman year of college, you came home, and I introduced you guys. Mel, you remember, don’t you?” I turn to look at Connie, and she looks fucking hot. Damnit, I want to bury my head in these covers.
“What? Oh . . . ummm . . . I . . . ummm . . . I was hungover, so I don’t really remember other than you telling me.” I look back over at this sexy ass guy, and he gives me a grin and wink. Oh, yes, these panties are going to need a change.
“Well, shit. Keith this is Mel, my best friend; Mel, this is Keith, my big brother.” We both smile at each other, and son of a bitch, I feel myself blushing. That is so out of character for me.
“Nice to meet you, Mel.” I once again feel my panties getting wet from his voice, and I try squeezing my legs together to give myself a bit of relief at this point.
“Nice to meet you too, Keith.” I can’t believe how breathless I sound. I must look like the biggest tool to this guy. I’m sure he has some beautiful goddess waiting at home for him anyway. He’s from New York, for Christ’s sake.
“Keith, give me ten minutes, and I’ll be done. Mel, you good?” She laughs, and I flip her off. Yep, real lady like. I’m sure he’s really turned on now with me in my sweats and ponytail, flipping off his sister. Ugh, what a fucking idiot I am. It only gets worse when he comes to sit in the chair closest to me by the couch. Fuck, I want to throw the covers off, but odds are h
e’ll see the effect he has on me, plus I’m in sweats.
“So, Mel, that’s an interesting name.” He smiles, and I can’t help but smile right back.
“It’s short for Melissa.” He nods his head but doesn’t say any more about it.
“You didn’t feel like hanging out at the bar tonight?” Shit, had I known he was coming, I would have my hooker heels on as we speak, but I can’t suddenly dress to go. Connie would rip my head off.
“No, I had a shit day at work, so I was just trying to relax tonight.” He gives me the sexy grin again, and I swear I feel like he is checking me out, which is totally ridiculous.
“What do you do?” I sit up a little straighter, and I smile this time. I love the look of shock on guys’ faces when I tell them I work with the police. Most of them look scared like I might have drawn them before.
“I’m a sketch artist for the police department.” He laughs and shakes his head. What the hell?
“Are you kidding me? I work for the NYPD; I’m a cop.” Holy shit, that’s right. How the fuck could I have forgotten that? Connie has told me so many times.
“Shit, that’s right. I’m sorry I forgot.” He tilts his head to the side and looks at me in a way that I can only describe as curiosity.
“Why would you be sorry? We don’t even remember meeting before, and I can honestly say I don’t know how that is possible. So, Mel, are you from around here?” My heart feels like it is beating out of my chest. I’m just staring at him thinking how can the sexiest man I’ve ever seen be saying things like that to me? I mean, maybe he is just saying that to be nice, but it doesn’t feel that way to me. It feels like he meant it as a compliment. “Mel?” I look up into his unbelievably blue eyes and smile, and then I realize he is asking me something.
“Oh shit, what? I’m so sorry?” I definitely feel my cheeks blushing now. He chuckles, and holy shit, is there anything unattractive about this man?
“I asked if you are from here?”
I clear my throat and attempt to speak without sounding like I’m mid-orgasm. “No, I’m actually not from anywhere. We moved a lot when I was growing up. I’ve lived on the east coast, the west coast, in the north, and in the south. After college when Connie asked if I wanted to move in with her, I thought it might be nice to stay put.” He adjusts his position and even that is sexy.
“That is amazing that you’ve seen so much of the country. I’ve only been here, New York, obviously, and New Jersey. Oh, and a day trip into Pennsylvania.”
“I’ve always wanted to see New York during Christmas time. I want to go ice-skating, to a play, and see the tree. I think it would be amazing.” I blush once again when I realize I’m sitting here talking with this god as if he’s my friend.
“Why does that embarrass you? Those things are icons and should definitely be seen.” I once again feel like my heart is going to explode, and my palms are actually sweating. He is making me feel all these things that, honestly, I’ve never felt before. Shit, answer him.
“I just shouldn’t be sitting here telling you a dream of mine. I’m sorry.” Right as he is about to say something, Connie flops down on the couch and breaks his concentration on me. Bitch.
