Page 17 of The Ghost of You

“Not at all. I’ll give you his number.”

“Thanks. Well, I need to get changed for work.”

I get up off the chair I am sitting on. “Let me clean up the bathroom so you can use it.”

“Thanks again, Noah. I mean it. I could never have done this myself.”

“No problem.”

I head into the bathroom and make a few adjustments on the showerhead, clean up my tools, and wipe down any mess I made. I am about to walk out of the bathroom but run directly into Anna.

Anna, who is dressed in a tight as fuck blue cop dress. She has knee-high leather boots on with lacy thigh-high tights. Garters poke out of the bottom of the dress holding up the tights. A belt accentuates her full hips and a pair of handcuffs dangle from them. What I could do with those handcuffs. I swallow as my eyes travel back up her body. Her tits are spilling out of the top causing my dick to stir once again.

“Oh my gosh, I thought you left.”

I try to think about anything except those damn tits. Pizza, my grandma, the mess at my house, Brutus. None of it fucking works. I don’t know what it is about this girl but she turns me on more than any woman has since Claire.

And there it is. The thought that turns my dick back to limp.

“I was just grabbing my tools.”

Her hands go up to the top of the dress. “Halloween. We have to wear a costume.”

I raise a brow at that. Is it a coincidence she picked a cop and I’m a cop? Or is my head fucking with me?

“The managers—ugh, they picked a theme. First responders.”

I smirk. “And did you choose to be a cop?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head. “Nope. Drew it out of a hat.”

I’m beginning to think that lip biting is her tell for lying. But I’ll keep my mouth shut.

“Well, have fun tonight. Careful when you bend over,” I say with a wink before heading out the front door. Not before looking back and watching her walk down the hall. Damn, that ass looks as good as her tits.

7

Anna

Why doI embarrass myself so much in front of that man?

I knew I should have checked that he was gone before I put on this damn costume.

And I might have lied about the theme and picking a cop. But Seraphina kept giving me such a hard time over my sexy Elsa costume I was going to wear that she showed up to the yoga studio yesterday with this costume in hand.

I could have not worn it but I feel sexy in it. Sexier than I have ever felt. And who cares if Noah saw me in it? I actually kind of like that he did. And I could tell by the way his eyes were glued to my body he liked it too.

I need to get these thoughts out of my head. There is no way Noah, the hot, sexy, slightly broody cop would ever go for me. Even if he made some comments about the way I look. It’s better to not think about him. I don’t need a relationship. I crossed that bridge, found that bridge to not be steady and watched it collapse as I stood on it, bringing me down into the murky waters, and nearly drowning me in the process.

I clench the rings around my neck and take a deep breath. I grab my cop hat off the kitchen counter and head to work.

As I walk into the bar, I immediately hear a catcall whistle. Too bad I know that whistle.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I ask Seraphina.

“I wanted to see if you showed up in that costume.”

“And what if I didn’t?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest before realizing that makes my boobs nearly fall out.

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