Chicago Heat(6)

By: Jordyn Tracey

“Uncle John.” Kevin interrupted his thoughts. “Are we going? My appointment’s in twenty minutes.”

John snapped out of his daydream. “Yes, let’s go. Sorry, buddy. Got what you need?”

He nodded. “So, Uncle John, you like that woman? Are you going out on a date with her?”

John shook his head. “That’s not your business right now, bud. You just concentrate on getting your school work done on time. Between you and me, nothing has changed, and it never will. Got it?”

“Yeah. I got it.”

* * * *

John checked his weapon and then loaded it into his holster under his left arm. He arranged his shirt so the gun wouldn’t be too obvious and glanced in the mirror to comb his hair. He frowned at his reflection. Usually he didn’t bother with this much prep to look good for a date. Fawn had better appreciate the effort, he thought with a chuckle.

When he was ready, he let himself out of his house and strolled to the driveway. At first he stopped at the vehicle his job had provided, and then he moved on to his private car. He might be required to carry a weapon off duty, but that was as far as it went. A radio for emergencies stored in the car was good enough. He grinned when he slid behind the wheel and turned over the engine. Fawn might like his Infiniti G37 Coupe. Man, did he hope her skirt was short.

He pulled out of the driveway at a sedate pace, but when he hit the highway, he opened it up and pushed past the speed limit. Within a few minutes, he was on Fawn’s side of town, and he left the highway to head in the direction of her apartment. After pulling to a stop, he hopped out of the car and checked his note for which place was hers. 203A was on the basement level.

He wrapped on her door and waited. After a few more knocks and a call on his cell, she opened the door. A scent that was wholly feminine assailed his nose, teasing him and making him want to cut to the chase with her. He held himself in check. Fawn stood there in a mini baby doll dress, black with large red roses over the breasts, down one side and across the bottom. The dress extended to mid–thigh, and he thought if she twirled around, it would flair and show off her panties beneath. He couldn’t help wondering if she had on any as it had looked like she didn’t the first night they met.

“See?” she said, her head tilted at a playful angle. “Sexy but classy, don’t you think?”

“You’ll do,” he responded.

She pouted, making him want to jerk her into his arms and kiss her full lips. “What? That’s all you have to say?”

He held up his hands, grinning. “Hey, you’re the one who set the terms. If I say you look beautiful, that you’ll outshine any woman we see tonight, then that will be breaking our agreement. You’ll start to fall in love with me before night’s end.”

She burst out laughing. “Arrogant prick.”

He reached for her and tugged her close to him. A hand at her waist, he leaned down to breathe in her essence. His cock grew rock hard. “How about I say you look good enough to eat. You do like being eaten, don’t you, Fawn?”

She gasped and shoved him away, but he knew she liked that. No danger of love there. It was all lust. Spinning away from him, she flounced over to the coffee table in what appeared to be her living room and snatched up her purse. For a brief instant, he did glimpse her panties, and if he made it through the night without attempting to get his hands on them, it would be a miracle. Respect, he told himself. He needed to remind himself that while Fawn gave off a vibe that said she was all about a good time and nothing else, that might not be the case. After all, look how she’d shocked him by working as a librarian. He’d never have guessed that about her in a million years.

Fawn returned to his side, and he escorted her out to his car. He tucked her in and hopped into the driver’s seat. With supreme effort, he kept his eyes focused ahead while he turned over the engine and threw the car into gear. Fawn cooed and wiggled next to him, capturing his attention. He had to look.

“This is a sweet car, and candy apple red. I love it. I bet you drive it fast, don’t you?” She had no idea how good she looked, how she tempted him. She’d slipped off her heels and was barefoot in his passenger seat, dress not sluttish as the previous time, but definitely showing off plenty of thigh for his pleasure.