Page 9 of Sofa King Wanted

“Watch it,” I warn and point my finger at him. He freaking smirks.

“Oh, I'm watching.”

Crap, that might be the problem. Neil needs to stop watching. “I’ll meet you there.”

I don’t wait for him to respond as I spin back around and get in my cruiser. I hurry back to the station, wanting to get there before him and make sure the place is on the up-and-up.

When I enter, I see that it’s definitely not. I rush over to my desk and grab all the Hershey Kiss wrappers and toss them in the trash. Why is it necessary to wrap each one individually? I get the Dove chocolates. They have cute little notes on the wrapper inside, but the Kisses are ridiculous.

When I see Neil pull up, I hurry into the bathroom, checking myself over. It should be me seducing him, not the other way around. I pop open a few buttons on my uniform to show cleavage. That's what they do in the movies, and I've seen Lola do it over at the diner, and it gets her really good tips. I cup my boobs, wiggling them, and I think mine might be bigger.

Neil is sitting at my desk when I step out of the bathroom.

“That's my chair.”

“Getting it nice and warm for you.” He stands and holds it out for me to sit. “Sheriff.” Finally someone is putting respect on my name.

“Maybe I like my seats cold.” I drop down into my chair, and I notice that when I do, Neil's eyes go right to my boobs. “Nice, right?”

“What?” He blinks, lifting his head.

“The station,” I say coyly. “I added some of the touches myself.” I put out a rug in the entry and gave all the chairs adorable pillows. The Stitch ladies made them for me as celebratory gifts when I got elected.

“Who is this?” Neil picks up the frame on my desk.

“That's Yoda. Adorable, right?” The picture is of me with Yoda perched on my shoulder. “We grew up together.”

I love that dang bird. I’m not sure he’d return the sentiment, but siblings squabble.

“Yoda?”

“We used to watch Star Wars together.” I take the frame from him, putting it back on my desk. “He's green and wise like my own little Yoda.”

“He’s cute.”

“Don’t tell him that. It will go straight to his head.” My eyes glance down to Neil's crotch. “Like most males.”

“With you, a lot of things do go straight to my head.”

Although I was the one that started the joke, my face rushes with heat. I pretend to be annoyed to cover it so he doesn’t know how much he’s affecting me.

“Don't make your joke off my joke. That is joke leeching.”

“Sorry.” He smirks, not appearing sorry at all. “The place is cute, though.” Neil points to a desk I’d pushed up against the wall. “Can I use that?” He’s asking for permission, but he’s already moving it away from the wall and spinning it around. “Is there a chair for it?”

“Yeah, in the cell.” I point over to the single jail cell that has to be from the 1920s.

“Are those Christmas lights?” He walks over and inspects the bars.

“They were from Valentine's Day but I'm keeping them up.” I hit the button to illuminate the bright pink lights I wrapped around all the bars. “Gives the place a little pizzazz.”

“Nice touch.”

“Thanks.” I smile, sitting up straighter. If you ask me, I think I’ve really turned this place around.

“Are you going to lock me in?” Neil lifts a brow. I hadn't planned on it, but it’s an idea I could save for later.

“Not today. It sucks in there.” I realize what I’ve said and rush to cover it. “Not that I would know.”

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