Page 36 of Cocky Jerk

“Does that mean you’re breaking your ‘I don’t date cops rule’?”

“I broke that rule the minute I decided to go to Luigi’s with you.”

Thank fuck for that.

“When can I see you again?” I ask her, my voice huskier than earlier.

Dragging her fingers through her hair, she hesitates.

“I know another great place. Italian too, and the chef will make you moan even louder,” I say.

That earns me a chuckle.

“Oh, yeah? This place wouldn’t happen to be called Pirelli’s would it?”

Winking, I grin at her.

“How’d you guess?”

“I’m lucky like that,” she replies. “How’s Thursday?”

Thinking about my work schedule, I cringe. Richie and I are working mostly nights this week. Aside from tomorrow night, I’m not off until Saturday and while that’s a perfect night for a date, I hate that I have to wait that long to get my fill of her.

“I’m working nights this week. How about Saturday?”

“That works,” she says. “Text me your address.”

“Why don’t you do all New Yorkers a favor and stay off the road. I’ll pick you up around seven.”

She shakes her head.

“No, that won’t work.”

“Why not, I know where you live, remember?”

“You know on second thought, Saturday isn’t good.”

“Antonia…”

“Monday,” she suggests. “After work, I can come to you.”

I don’t know if she’s trying to hide something from me or if she’s got an issue with surrendering control, but the girl is hell-bent on meeting me and I don’t like it. If it’s a control thing, we’re going to have to kick that habit real quick. When we finally fuck I’ll be the one controlling the show.

“I’ll pick you up from the office,” I tell her. “Oh, and take the subway to work, Antonia, you’ll be spending the night at my place.”

“Is that so?”

I nod.

“And because I’m a gentleman, I’ll make you breakfast in the morning.”

“Before or after you eat me?”

Now, she’s getting it.

“After of course.”

Always after.

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