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Naya looked at me and winked. “It’s a cop. He flipped a badge.”
After using her pinky finger to pick a peanut skin from her teeth, she casually opened the door. “It’s about time!”
The man raked his gaze up and down Naya before looking in my direction. He wasn’t wearing a uniform, but his stature was tall and he had a short buzz cut many of the cops sported. When he held up his badge and folded it back into his pocket, Naya leaned comfortably against the doorframe.
“That’s been going on for two hours,” she pointed out.
Cops turned Naya on. Period. If there was a reason she could call them, she would. Even at her own parties. I tried not to laugh when her right leg rubbed against the other, as if she were scratching her left thigh with her right knee and beckoning her panties to drop.
“I’m Officer McNeal, responding to a report of a noise disturbance. Are you the one who made the call?” he asked.
“Guilty,” she purred.
“I’ll need your names for my report.” He took out a tiny notebook and I backed up, folding my arms. I didn’t want to get involved in this shit.
“Naya.” She spelled it out. “Naya James.”
“And?” he said, locking eyes with mine. It made me nervous. More nervous than it should have since he was the good guy.
“Um, is this necessary? I didn’t call.”
The tip of his pen remained firmly pressed against his little notepad. “Name?”
My stomach knotted. “Alexia.”
He didn’t move his pen. “Alexia what?”
Why was he making me so nervous? “Alexia Knight.”
“Do you live alone?” he asked.
I glanced at Naya.
“Ma’am, if there’s anyone else on the premises, I need it for my report. If we come back for more information, we’ll need to know the names of all residents within the building.”
“I’m alone, she’s alone,” Naya quickly said, smiling with her ruby lips. She stepped a little closer to him. “Were you on your way home? Sorry if we pulled you back on duty, officer. Can I make it up to you?”
She batted her lashes and I gave herthe look. Not that she noticed since her eyes were eating up Mr. Undercover Cop.
Without writing down my name or any additional information, he tucked his little notepad in his back pocket. “I’ll go down and have a talk with them. If they bother you again, give us a call and you can come down to the station and file a formal complaint. Have a good evening.” He tipped his head and walked off.
“Damn,” Naya said, slamming the door. “He was kind of hot, and so not into me.” She put her arm around me. “But he sure had his eyes all over you.”
“Yeah. In a creepy way.”
“I’m going to have to put in a personal request for Officer McNeal next time,” she said with a giggle. “I’d love to rub my hands all over his head.”
“Which one?”
She slapped my arm and feigned a shocked expression. “A little seasoned by the look of salt and pepper in his hair, but I bet I could crack a smile on that stern face of his. Try to get some sleep, and don’t forget about my party on Tuesday.”
Naya shut the front door behind her. “Lock it!”
I turned the bolt and wondered how I could possibly forget about the party she reminded me of at every opportunity. That night, I slept with a pillow over my head.
The music downstairs went on until four in the morning.
