Officer Needs a Warm Hole 4

Tuesday I’ve Got Friday on My Mind

I finished work and sat on my couch, remote in one hand and the crushing weight of life in the other.

The knock at my door hit like a summons. Great.

It was early.

Earlier than normal, which meant trouble.

When I opened the door with a sigh, he barged past me in his police uniform with two bags of takeout and a six-pack like we had a standing appointment. He acted casual, but he was far too early.

“You’re early,” I said, shutting the door behind him.

He blinked, like this was nothing. “What? Hungry.”

“For food, or for me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I finished work early and figured I’d come here and shower, save time.”

I stared at him. “Save time for what?”

He shrugged and unpacked like he owned the place, then disappeared for a lightning-fast shower and came back like nothing had happened. He sat down like my couch had his name on it.

I watched him crack open a beer, hand me one I didn’t ask for, and sip it like this was a routine I needed to adjust to.

My phone buzzed on the coffee table.

We both saw the name. Jonah.

Hey, we still good for Thursday? Xx

He went statue. Beer halfway to his mouth, like Jonah had slapped him with a yoga mat.

Anders leaned forward slightly, pretending he hadn’t read it and wasn’t bothered.

“Celery boy?” he asked finally, voice flat and in a tone that I hadn’t heard since my ex-boyfriend complained about my new hot personal trainer.

I smiled, handled the beer he’d handed me, and took a long sip. “That’s someone who actually asks before showing up at my house.”

Silence.

Then, sharp as broken glass: “What’s he want? A vegan date? A fucking chakra cleanse?”

“Dinner, and my hole.”

Anders scoffed.

“Jealous?” I asked.

“Not even slightly.”

“Could’ve fooled me.”

He glanced at me, expression unreadable.

“I’m just saying,” he said, like he was doing me a favor. “You’ve got shit taste.”

I laughed. “Oh, please. You date pretty girls who fuck like wallflowers.”

“At least they’re hot.”

“Emotionally dead inside, and they tell you you’re not boring enough.”