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Post by GINA FAYE on May 7, 2012 21:36:39 GMT -5
Gina had been at SBPD for a week now. She had met a few other cops and been assigned a partner. Her partner was pleasant enough, and she thanked her lucky stars that he was married. She found it difficult to work with single men. They always ended up attracted to her, and sometimes she ended up attracted to them as well. That always ended up in a messy situation. So far, though, most of her time spent on the job so far was getting acquainted with the city and the different crimes each part of the city was known for. This meant she hadn't had a lot of time to meet the other people at the precinct. But of course, that didn't stop some of the men from noticing her already.
The blonde bombshell was used to turning heads wherever she went, and she took it all in stride. As the single men, and a couple married ones, walked up to her desk to introduce themselves, she greeted all of them with a sweet, "How d'you do?" Her Southern accent just made her all the more attractive, she found, but she only used it to egg on the sexiest men. Some of the people she had met so far were genuinely interested in just being friendly, though, which she appreciated. Though she knew Scriptor Bay was the one place on Earth she should really feel like she belonged, it was a strange new place to her. The only person here that she knew was her ailing Nana, and Gina only saw her once a day after work. She was determined to make new friends, starting with the work place.
Gina kept it professional at work, but she couldn't help noticing the men there. Most of them were fit, buff, and young, and it made her want to prowl. This vixen was picky when it came to men, but there were so many good specimens in the precinct. There was one guy in particular she had noticed one evening last week. Her partner told her he was a part-time criminologist working on the most recent kidnapping case. The guy wasn't social, and she didn't introduce herself, but she figured she would later on. Just to get a feel for him. Today, though, she was doing desk duty, finally getting trusted with some cases. Petty theft and bar fights, most of them, but she was glad to have something to do. She was glad to have a slightly calmer day ahead of her and her partner wasn't going to be around. Maybe she would get to meet some more people today, since she would be in office all day. She twirled her finger around a piece of medium-length blonde hair as she read through the file before her.
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Post by brettdawson on May 7, 2012 22:10:07 GMT -5
This case was going to be the death of him. People's lives were on the line. A girl could be dead. They had absolutely no leads. He read the details of the kidnapping a hundred times over. There was no traces to pick up from. Whoever had taken the girl was an expert. Or crafty. Smart of course. Or lucky. He had no way of knowing which. Even his partner, Rebecca, had troubles too. They just kept getting to the same conclusions. Nothing.
He was pacing in front of his desk with the papers, re-reading the file for the hundredth time. He slapped the manila folder down and ran his hands up through his hair. Mussing the normally finely cut and prim look. He was stressed beyond belief. All his attention was focused on this one project. He needed to finish it. He strove for an end. Justice. Something! He inhaled slowly and exhaled the same way. Forcing himself to calm down some.
His hands were resting on his hips when someone knocked on his desk, "Hey did you see the new officer? Just got here last week. She's hot. Your type man. Faye's the name," said Officer Summers. He was a guy that constantly tried to befriend Brett. Unsuccessfully. Brett did manage to ignore most of his words. The only thing he caught was "new officer". That gave him an idea. A brand new insight and view on the case! Maybe this Faye guy could shed some light onto this case.
"I'll head over to Faye's desk now." He said too seriously. Clearly he was going into this unprepared. He grabbed the folder, reading as he walked. Getting directions, he got to her desk with ease. He introduced himself without looking up from the papers. "Hey. Brett Dawson. I heard you were knew, thought you could shine some light onto this case for me." The words were quick, rushed. He wanted to get the formalities out of the way. This needed to be solved. He wasn't giving up. The way he said it was almost passionate, pleading. He needed a break in this job. He dropped the papers in an open spot on her desk before looking up.
His eyes went wide in shock. This was not a male. This was some hot as fuck chick sitting in front of him. He was normally not stunned by beauty or sexiness, but this caught him off guard. He almost smirked in amusement. This was new... He cleared his throat, back to business, though clearly his positioning became more lax and cocky. "A new pair of eyes is just what I need." His voice was slightly suggestive, his face bordering between cocky and professional. He didn't know which to choose... flirting or working? He decided to leave it up to her.
There was always time for flirting... But would this girl be single for long? Did he care if she was single...? Nope.
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Post by GINA FAYE on May 7, 2012 22:40:41 GMT -5
Gina was still looking through the file in front of her when she noticed someone making a bee-line for her desk. A very sexy someone. Fuck all the other cops she'd met in the precinct so far, this was the one that was going to tip her professional demeanor right over the edge. But she still didn't know why he was coming over. He didn't even look up, which intrigued her even more. He was certainly dedicated; at least for the moment. From his fine clothes, his lean figure, and slightly mussed hair, she could tell he was dedicated to his looks too. "Hey. Brett Dawson. I heard you were new, thought you could shine some light onto this case for me." He certainly had passion in his voice, and she watched him with a wry smile as he dropped the papers on her desk.
When he looked up, she caught his gorgeous blue eyes in her gaze and she smiled more at the pure shock on his face. Apparently, he didn't expect the new "guy" to be a chick. When he cleared his throat, she almost giggled, so proud of herself. She'd have to thank her mama in Heaven for her good looks tonight. He relaxed some, and Gina liked the smoothness of his voice when he spoke next. "A new pair of eyes is just what I need." Yeah, she heard that. It was subtle, but she could hear his flirty undertone. A new pair of eyes, huh? The thought made her grin, though it came off bordering sweet and flirty. "Why, I'd love to help," she drawled in reply. "Regina Faye, by the way. But ya'll can call me Gina." If her stunning good looks hadn't captured his attention, then her Southern accent was sure to do the trick. It wasn't that Gina was cocky, she just knew she was hot. She reached out a hand and gave his a firm but not overly firm shake. "Pleasure," she smiled before turning her eyes down to the file.
She inspected it for a moment, taking in what details she could. It was a young woman, a kidnapping case, and she pursed her thick lips a little as she read it. The girl was a college student, missing for a couple of weeks now. She was pretty from her photo, so it convinced Gina that this was a sexually motivated crime. It was possible the girl was still alive, but unlikely. She had disappeared after a night on the town. Her eyes turned up to Brett. "Bartenders see everything that goes on in the clubs or bars. Did ya'll talk to the owners and see who was bartending that night? It's likely the bartender would have seen her and noticed who she was with," she said. A second look at him made him finer than before. With a smile and a small shrug, she sat back a little. "A pretty girl like that must have found someone to go home with." Her tone suggested that she was curious about going home with Brett. Was he as well endowed as he acted? She was quite curious.
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Post by brettdawson on May 9, 2012 18:30:22 GMT -5
A southern belle. Sweet. He also caught her sweetly flirty tone. Yes. His day was finally on the up. If was wasn't going to do this case, he'd do her. If not tonight... then eventually. Once Brett set his mind to something, it was hard to change it. Unless he found another way to satisfy his goal, there was no giving up. Like for Maxi, he settled on being her friend, which wasn't a bad choice in the least. Regina's handshake was assuring, and he was wondering what her next move was.
While she was checking out the file, he was checking out her. He couldn't resist sizing up his prey. Regina was definitely his type. But then again Girl was his type. He'd like to test the waters. Brett crossed his arms as a hint of a smirk slid across his face. He leaned against the wall next to her desk, looking in his element now. She came to the same conclusion him and his colleague has. He sighed, his lips sliding to the side of his mouth in disappointment, "Yeah we have. All we got was a tall guy with very dark black hair. No name." He wasn't disappointed in her of course. Just the situation. His tone didn't suggest he was disappointed in her. Clearly he was just exhausted with this whole deal. He'd never get anywhere in this case...
"A pretty girl like that must have found someone to go home with."
His brows raised and his signature cocky smirk showed. "Oh you think so? Yes you may be right... Gorgeous women do seem to get swept off their feet more often." As he spoke he mockingly rubbed his chin, as if he was deep in thought. When he said 'Gorgeous' his eyes hit her for just a moment. Slyly maneuvered and barely noticeable. Though he was sure she caught it. His voice was like velvet, his tone clear about what he would do to her if she came home with him.
"Thanks for the help, though, I'll definitely be asking you for more favors. And don't be afraid to find me. I'll always lend a hand or two." He straightened up as he ended with that last flirty line. Leaving it open for her to interpret. If she was as risky as Brett, she'd keep this conversation going. He left that up to her as well. Brett's hands reached down to collect the folder, his sly smile perched on his lips. He glanced up at her with his crystal blue eyes, "Nice to meet you, by the way."
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Post by GINA FAYE on May 9, 2012 21:30:28 GMT -5
"Oh you think so? Yes you may be right...Gorgeous women do seem to get swept off their feet more often." Gina caught the way his eyes rolled back to her when he said "gorgeous." Brett had no idea what he was inviting with that cocky, flirtatious attitude of his. It made her smirk to think of all the dirty things she would do to him. He would have no idea what hit him. It was so tempting, but she had to remember she worked with the guy. Damn, she was at work right now. She couldn't let everybody see she was putting the mack on Brett. The other officers might get ideas. Still...Gina cursed her libido.
"Thanks for the help, though, I'll definitely be asking you for more favors. And don't be afraid to find me. I'll always lend a hand or two." Gina smiled wide, turning more toward him. "Every favor I do comes with a price," she teased. She heard the way he emphasized favors, but she would be expecting some favors in return. Several, in fact. How best to go about this? Brett began to collect the file and walk away, offering a, "Nice to meet you, by the way." Before he could scamper off, she glanced to her mug and thought of an idea.
"What kind of favors are we talking here, Dawson?" she asked suddenly. "'Cause I got a favor to ask you." Her smirk was coy as she lifted her mug. "Could you get me some more coffee? I mean, I did look over that file..." Her smile turned sweet. "Please?" she asked cutely. Really, she just wanted to see if he would do it. It would be more of an excuse to talk to him and get a feel for this sexy flirt in front of her.
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Post by brettdawson on May 9, 2012 22:28:17 GMT -5
"What kind of favors are we talking here, Dawson?"
Just what he was expecting. His smile only got cockier as her voice stopped him from walking away. He turned to face her, slowly striding up to her desk once again. Her little plead for more coffee was just what they needed. He didn't want her to think he was some pack mule but damn he couldn't let this one slip through his fingers. That accent is really what got him. Cute, he thought. "Well if you insist." He kept his sly smile down to a minimum, nodded and got the cup from her hands, his fingers slightly brushing hers in the process. "Be right back. Don't move." He winked lightly, a small chuckle fell from his mouth as he began to walk away. Not many people could make him do their bidding.
He returned with two mugs and and handful of cream and sugar. Handing her the coffee and the other ingredients, Brett pulled up a chair. "Happy, my dear?" He refrained from calling her 'babe', his usual nickname for hot chicks. But they were in the workplace... He had an amused smile pressed on his face. "So what brought you to Scriptor Bay? I hope you're staying long." Brett was clearly still joking and, of course, flirting. He sipped at his hot coffee.
It wasn't a small town but, then again, it wasn't a huge city either. Most visit for family, but since Regina found a permanent job here, he assumed that she's here for good. He would have remembered her if he'd seen her around the city. He thought about her earlier suggestion... She definitely found someone to go home with. He could return as many favors as she'd like. There was plenty of Brett to go around.
He wanted to flex with that thought, but again stopped himself. He couldn't chase her off because of some bullheaded move. "I could show you around... Help you get the feel of the town." He shrugged nonchalantly, but his tone was showing his words' true meanings. Brett wanted to let her know he had everything she wanted, and more. With another quick glance at her body, he knew just what he wanted to do with it. Brett had a feeling she'd like it as well. Her suggestive words and flirty remarks made him think she wanted it too.
She could take anything she wanted, Brett wouldn't mind.
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Post by GINA FAYE on May 10, 2012 17:49:08 GMT -5
"Well if you insist." Victory. Gina gladly let Brett take her mug and smiled a little more at the way his fingers brushed against hers. "Be right back. Don't move." When he winked, Gina giggled, enjoying herself far too much. She was sure everyone around them, if they were paying attention, would know what she was up to. Or what he was up to, for that matter, since he was being just as obvious. She made herself comfortable, running a hand through her blonde hair quickly and crossing her legs under her desk. When she saw Brett making his way back, she admired how tall he was. Man, did she love a tall man. Strong too. She liked a man who could pick her up. The thought made her grin.
When he handed her her coffee and some cream and sugar, she smiled wide. "Thank you!" she piped, opening a sugar packet and dumping it into the dark liquid. "Happy, my dear?" Gina laughed at his nickname, liking his teasing. "Quite, darlin'," she drawled in return, dumping another packet of sugar and a mini-moo of cream into her coffee and stirring it idly. "So what brought you to Scriptor Bay? I hope you're staying long." Gina giggled again, taking a sip of her coffee. It was hot, but not scalding, just how she liked it. "My nana is from here, so I came back with her to take care of her. She's nigh on eighty, so I couldn't stay in New York while she lived out here all by her lonesome," she explained simply. She made sure to leave out that she belonged here more than anywhere else in the world; she made sure to leave out what she was. But how many knew about the existence of people like her? "So yes, I'm staying long," she added playfully.
"I could show you around...Help you get the feel of the town." Gina smirked, knowing exactly what he meant. Leaning her cheek on her hand and resting her elbow on her desk, she considered him for a moment. How much did she want this sexy little cop? She didn't need any drama at work. Then again, Brett seemed like he was out for the same thing she was, and it could be a rewarding, get it when I need it, no drama type relationship. She liked to think those kinds of relationships actually existed, but all of her experiences with trying to get that failed. The man always got attached to her and wanted more than she was willing to give, and then she was forced to cut it off. Still, she really want to try Brett out. If it turned out awkward...well, she could always do her best to avoid him on the job.
"I'd like that. I think I can trust a fellow officer of the law to show me around," she replied playfully before taking another sip of coffee. "I'd love to get a...feel for this place. Since I'll be here a while." She paused before saying "feel," hoping he would get the hint that there were many things she would like to get a feel for around here. Him for one. "'Sides, I could use some more friends. I don't know nobody 'round here but Nana and Harper. Harper's nice, but I don't think his wife would like him showing me around town." Gina actually did like her partner. He was kind and thoughtful, and while he had shown her where the criminal activity happened in Scriptor Bay, he didn't tell her where the fun happened. She guessed there was plenty of fun that happened in Brett's home, though. And she was quite curious to find out how much fun. With a playful sigh, she looked down into her coffee. "I just don't know when I could squeeze you into my busy schedule though," she teased in an obviously sarcastic voice. After all, she couldn't seem overeager. That just wasn't sexy.
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Post by brettdawson on May 14, 2012 18:14:18 GMT -5
Brett's eyes followed her moves, watching her watch him. The way she held her head up with her hand was oddly sexy. He wondered if she was worth the risk. His gaze drifted from her arm to her shoulder and down her curves until the desk cut him off. Definitely worth it. Her voice snapped him out of his stare, "I'd love to get a...feel for this place. Since I'll be here a while." A shiver rippled down his spine. That drawl and her suggestive pause exciting him. His sly, knowing smirk pulled across his lips in response. Fuck yes. He took a polite gulp of his coffee, shaking off the chills she gave him.
He couldn't be cockier right now. I'm the only friend you'll need, baby, he thought in the most suggestive way ever. It wasn't that he was selfish, it was that he thought of himself a God in this very moment. Like he could please her in every way possible. Which he would. She was probably underestimating him. They all did. He could tell she wanted him. By the way her eyes ran across his body. By that flirty tone in her southern accent. (Normally he wouldn't go for that, but it only made her sexier.) And he didn't cover his sultry gaze either. If anything, his gaze was blatant. Though he always found her eyes when speaking to her. Gina's next sentence forced a laugh out afterwards, "I just don't know when I could squeeze you into my busy schedule though." It was a cocky chuckle if anything. "Alright babe, you just let me know," he winked at her jokingly.
When he realized he called her 'babe' in work he glanced around him. He only caught Officer Summers gaze, but he was too far off to be in earshot. Brett narrowed his eyes at the shorter guy, as if to say "beat it." When he turned back to her he had an apologetic half-smile on his face. Also, noticing he'd been leaning towards the southern belle, he straightened in his chair. His hand slid to rub the back of his neck. "Sorry," his half-smile transformed into his sly smirk, "you're already getting me carried away."
He knew her little 'schedule' guise was just that. Gina was playing hard to get already. Alright then. Brett was always up for a challenge. He actually preferred girls who tried to play this game. It only boosted his ego when he got them in bed. "You know, I'll have to check my schedule as well." He grabbed his jaw, thinking deeply. Or at least pretending to. His smile was playful, sultry if anything, as he purposefully leaned closer to her, "Though I'm sure you could make some time for the man who will blow your mind." He leaned back, crossing his arms. He was daring her to deny his claim. To make one comment about her doubt. Brett wanted her to, because then he could prove her wrong. She'd give him that right, if she knew it or not. His smirk grew as those thoughts passed through his mind.
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Post by GINA FAYE on May 15, 2012 21:13:18 GMT -5
"Alright babe, you just let me know."
Gina grinned wide at Brett when he called her, "babe," knowing she had him caught on her line. But the way he looked around after saying it reminded her where they were. His eyes rested on one of the other officers and she recognized the guy vaguely as someone who had introduced himself to her. What was his name? Winters? No...Summers. She could see Brett narrowing his eyes at Summers and she almost laughed. It was like a dog growling when someone approached its food dish. Cute and quite boyish. This guy had to be younger than her, but not by much, and she really didn't care. She always knew she would be a cougar one day.
When Brett turned back to her, Gina had an amused smile on her face. She couldn't help but find his apologetic smile adorable, though. This guy was too much. She just wanted to squeeze his cheeks...both sets. He sat back and rubbed the back of his neck and she grinned wider. "Sorry...you're already getting me carried away." Gina laughed, taking another sip of her coffee. "Why, Mr. Dawson, you're gonna make me blush," she teased, folding her hands on top of her desk. It took a lot to make Gina blush, but she wouldn't tell Brett that. But Gina knew she could carry him away even more than a little slip of the pet name, "babe." Much more.
"You know, I'll have to check my schedule as well." She gave him a ponderous look. "Hmmmm..." she hummed aloud, sitting back in her chair. That sexy smile of his was back, which only provoked her own sexy smile in return. "Though I'm sure you could make some time for the man who will blow your mind." Gina's eyebrows raised, though her smile grew as her jaw dropped a little. Her eyes glanced around as Brett's had, making sure no one was listening. This guy was not only cocky, he was bold! "That's quite a claim!" she drawled in an amused voice. She leaned forward over her desk a little, resting her chin on her hand once more as she gave him an amorous smile of her own. "I'd like to see you live up to that," she said in a low, sultry voice. "If you can keep up with me, that is." It was a challenge, one she hoped he would gladly accept. She also knew there was plenty of truth in her statement. She couldn't count the number of men who had disappointed her because they couldn't keep up with her pace or her energy. Gina had been looking for a man that was her sexual equal. While she didn't feel comfortable betting money on it, she wondered if Brett was that man. Perhaps he was all talk and no action.
With a sigh she sat back again, grinning. "But let me know when you're free," she said in a light tone, as if they had been talking about the weather instead of fucking each other's brains out. It made her shiver just to think about it.
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Post by brettdawson on May 31, 2012 0:31:08 GMT -5
"If you can keep up with me, that is."
If his last smirk was cocky, his next was outrageously conceited. Game on. Little did she know, he wasn't all talk. Brett liked to believe he had the full package, pun intended. Though the way she drawled that sentence made him ponder the skill she insisted she had. The girl had the body... he would see if she could put it to good use soon enough. He hadn't noticed how close they were, even after she pulled away. But he did feel the sudden loss of lust that hung between them. Of course he still wanted her, though that previous tension was sending shudders down his spine. He was excited already.
He exhaled slowly as she brushed off their conversation with such nonchalance. Damn. This girl was pushing all the right buttons, and she had no clue. His mind was whilring with the possibilities. Brett was already planning how he would keep his word. He'd have her crawling back for more, he was sure of it.
His arrogance should have been overwhelming, but, surprisingly, he was keeping a hold on it. Thanks to August, he was reevaluating his personality. He wasn't changing his ways so fast, though he was more aware of how he looked towards people. He was learning the oh-so important humility factor. Of course he wasn't ashamed of himself, how could he be?! He was gorgeous, smart, strong... who could resist that? But he was learning, the hard way, that he didn't have to flaunt it. People could figure it out on their own. And if they didn't? Who cares?
He had to laugh, his head shaking for emphasis. Clearly, he was laughing at the situation, it was humorous. He pulled out his card that he kept on him and flipped it over. Brett scribbled his cell phone number onto the blank side of the card before handing it to her. (He only kept work and home phone numbers on the actual card so he wouldn't get harassed on his personal device. Separation of work and play.) "How about you call me." He then added, with a flirty smile, "You say the word and my day, or night, will be free, babe." He added the nickname for the hell of it. He'd already slipped up.
Brett also leaned back, mocking her position. He took a long drink of his coffee, downing a good portion of the now warm liquid. "Don't leave me hangin'. I got to prove something to you now." That challenge of hers still rang fresh in his head. His arms crossed with that hint of a smirk. He looked smug, as if he had already won this battle.
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Post by GINA FAYE on May 31, 2012 20:30:15 GMT -5
Gina smiled as Brett laughed, shaking his head. She had this guy wrapped around her finger. Now how soon could she wrap herself around him? She was sure if she asked him to go to her car or her apartment right now, he wouldn't hesitate. She couldn't say she wasn't tempted, but she knew better than that. Delayed gratification was the key to keeping guys like Brett interested. It also made the sex hotter when it did actually happen. Brett pulled a card out of his pocket and scrawled a number on the back of it, which she assumed was his cell phone number. Her devilish grin grew so it was all the way across her pretty face.
"How about you call me? You say the word and my day, or night, will be free, babe."
"Will do," she assured, taking his card with her own flirty smile. She was going to type that number into her phone as soon as he walked away. They wouldn't be going back to her place though. Her place was more of a disaster than most of the men she'd encountered. She didn't take her crystal blue eyes away, only held his card in her hands, flicking it on her fingertips lightly. When she set it down, it was to drink the rest of her coffee before it got cold, which he did as well.
"Don't leave me hangin'. I got to prove something to you now."
She giggled, putting her mug back down. "I wouldn't dream of it," she drawled playfully. Maybe she would leave him hanging for a little bit, but not too long. She had needs too, needs which she could hardly wait to see if Brett could fulfill. "But just in case, I'll give you my number, too," she said, grabbing one of her cards on her desk. Her black pen wrote her cell phone number quickly before handing it over to him. "Now, in case I do leave you hangin', you've got a way to get a hold of me." The smile on her face was unmistakable: she wanted it and she wasn't letting this little morsel get away. She was back to leaning on her desk, her button-down shirt showing just enough cleavage to give him a sneak peek on what he was going to get if he kept acting so sexy.
With a flirtatious smile, she cocked her head to the side, considering the blonde sitting across from her. Normally she preferred darker colored men, but he was just too good-looking to pass up. "So d'you make it a habit to pick up all the new lady cops around here, or just me?" she asked playfully. She wouldn't be surprised if he spat this game for every attractive woman he met.
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Post by brettdawson on Jun 2, 2012 13:07:54 GMT -5
He grabbed her card smoothly, knowing for sure this was going to be a good investment. Her smile pulled out one of his own. He couldn't resist. He also couldn't deny he didn't want her any less. He instinctively leaned forward again, eyes wandering from her gaze to her lips. He smirked wildly, before pulling his gaze from her completely. He was in lust with this woman. As he looked down at the card, his gaze drifted past it. Her leaning gave him a view he couldn't resist. He swallowed thickly, before tearing his gaze back to her face. She'd be the death of him. He only nodded at her words, agreeing with her.
"So d'you make it a habit to pick up all the new lady cops around here, or just me?" The way she tilted her head made him want her even more. He laughed at the comment though, and leaned back to break the heated tension that had built up between them. His arms crossed strongly as he smirked at her, "Honestly? You're not the first. But you are the first to get my number." Which was true. Normally he could get girls' numbers within a few minutes of talking to them. Of course he believed she'd have given him her number eventually. But she was too good to even allow a tiny slip by. He wanted to lock her in, before that dweeb Summers decided to jump in.
"But lemme ask you this, am I the first cop here to attempt for your number?" He knew it was impossible. The guys here weren't Brett, but they had their desires as well. Some had a few tricks up their sleeves, but Brett believed he had the real deal. The full package was right here in front of her. He scooted his chair closer after his question, his hand holding his head in the scholarly way, though his expression was far from serious. His smirk held strong. His free hand wandered under the desk as he awaited her response. He took a risk by sliding his hand over her thigh smoothly and slowly inching it up her leg. His fingers were grazing her inner thigh lightly, moving as far up as he could before quickly and suddenly pulling away.
"And I'm sure that one number will be able to... satisfy any need that might come up."
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Post by GINA FAYE on Jun 2, 2012 14:50:58 GMT -5
"Honestly? You're not the first. But you are the first to get my number." Gina couldn't stop the smug smile from spreading across her face. She hadn't expected to be the first new lady cop he hit on, but she also hadn't expected to be the first to get his number. Somehow she believed him, though. It was always easier to get the other person's number, in case you weren't really interested or found someone even more interesting. She had played that game several times. The vulnerability of given someone else your number when you were as seductive as Gina and Brett meant you really liked the other person. That meant Brett really liked her; and she had to admit, she really liked him too. He was going to be the death of her professionalism.
"But lemme ask you this, am I the first cop here to attempt for your number?" Gina laughed at the question, finding the way he scooted closer and leaned his head on his hand so scholarly adorable. "You kidding?" she asked. "I think about five other officers beat you to it, though you were the first to succeed." Her smile was mischievous as she turned her eyes back up to him, but her smile faltered just a little when she felt his hand on her thigh. It was slowly inching higher, and she found her heart racing in a matter of seconds. Her gaze held his as for the first time she let her lust for him reflect unbridled in her eyes. That one hand sealed the deal for her. Brett was in big trouble. As fire erupted beneath his hand, she had to restrain herself from dragging him to a broom closet somewhere. She let out a soft, slow breath as his fingers climbed higher before he pulled them away suddenly. Her eyes glanced to the people around her, wondering if anyone noticed. She had to be more careful. Nobody was looking in their direction, though, and she cleared her throat as she shifted in her seat and grinned at Brett.
"And I'm sure that one number will be able to...satisfy any need that might come up." A soft chuckle hummed through her as she ran a hand through her hair and sighed. He was a daring fool if he thought he was going to have control over that situation. She was a beast when provoked the way he was provoking her now. "I think you should be careful what you wish for, Dawson," she warned in a sultry voice, her foot slipping out of her high heel. That foot slowly ran up the leg of his pants, taunting him. "I might just jump over this desk and attack you right here in front of all our co-workers." Her foot crept higher, feeling the well-toned muscles there. "And then we'd both be out of a job." She grinned playfully before quickly removing her foot from his pants leg, slipping her shoe back on.
With another sigh, she leaned away from him again, rubbing her hand over the middle of her chest as if she had an itch. Really, she was just calling attention to her well-sized chest. The thought of him burying his face in it made her smile lightly to herself. Her eyes came back to his as she mimicked him and crossed her arms over her chest. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" she asked. It was too much. She hadn't been laid in weeks and she was just too turned on by Brett to worry much about teasing him. She had other ways of doing that, but she wanted to find her way into his bed first.
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Post by brettdawson on Jun 2, 2012 17:41:14 GMT -5
Her reaction was just what he was looking for. That stumble of a smile and that gaze was almost enough to keep going. The lust in her eyes was overwhelming, addicting. Her small breath made his ego jump. He couldn't be cockier than this very moment. He cursed himself for stopping, needing that sultry stare of hers once more. But then he remembered as she glanced around. He was at work. Oh shit. He kept his smirk though, he wasn't too worried. He had her hooked now. He got chills, wondering how she'd react to his real touch. He didn't stop his mind from imagining.
"I might just jump over this desk and attack you right here in front of all our co-workers."
His eyes went wide. Half from her touch and half from her words. Please do, he thought. He imagined that and was immediately turned on. Her foot raising another part of him... She was too good, he willed his member to stay down but it was no use. As her foot slid higher, so did he. When she dropped her foot, he was relieved. He noticed he wasn't breathing and exhaled sharply. Leaning back he laughed lightly and slid his hands through his hair before meshing them behind his head. "You're wild," he breathed unbelievably. Brett couldn't help but watch her suggestive hand, her chest was far too distracting. He wondered how fast he could clear her desk and pin her to it.
He cleared his throat and shook his head, dropping his arms now. He looked at her incredulously. He wasn't sure how long he could wait for her. He wanted it right now. "What are you doing tomorrow night?" Thank god. In a low, barely audible voice he said bluntly, "You, hopefully," after clearing his throat he added, "Nothing, what exactly did you have in mind?" Though he was pretty sure he knew what was on her mind. He smiled slyly as if he didn't say his first statement. His arms crossed now too, noticing her mocking posture. Teasing him. He knew Gina was going to have some surprise for him. It wasn't too often where Brett was surprised in bed. He'd see soon enough if she could live up to these expectations she'd been setting.
Brett hoped he wouldn't have to stand very soon. It would be very obvious to the other officers that they weren't talking about work here. He sized her up then, trying to figure out what made her tick. She wasn't the normal pick up he made. He had a feeling this one would stay around. Even if he was the one dogging around, no pun intended.
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Post by GINA FAYE on Jun 3, 2012 2:03:18 GMT -5
"You, hopefully." It was quiet, but Gina heard it, and she grinned from ear to ear. Yes, sir. Or rather she would be doing him. Though she was so excited, she might let it go the other way too. But Brett cleared his throat and she did the same, with a flirty smile. "Nothing, what exactly did you have in mind?" That sly smile was back on his face and she laughed. This guy was too much. Her legs crossed under her desk and she rested her chin on her knuckles, leaning over a little. She shrugged playfully, looking down at her desk. "Maybe we could have some drinks at your place. I hear there's a good wrestlin' match on tomorrow night," she said nonchalantly. Her bright blue eyes lifted back up to his and she smirked a little. "I love wrestlin'."
It was far from subtle. Then again, she wasn't a subtle person. "We could even go out after, if you wanted," she suggested. She was making it clear that she wanted sex before anything else. Brett was hot and he had gotten her all bothered. Plus, she hadn't had any in quite some time, not since she had moved to Scriptor Bay a few weeks ago. She was ready and rarin' to go, and she was anxious to get it done. Brett seemed like a genuine good time, though. Not many men sparked her interest quite like Brett. Most of the men she met, she wanted to use them one time to get a need out of the way. The man in front of her seemed a different breed. He was one of the few she could see herself being with multiple times. Perhaps it could become a regular thing between them. It wasn't what she would normally do, but she had a feeling with Brett.
Then again, she hardly knew him. But that was something people figured out in time. Gina wasn't one of those women that liked to get to know a person before she got down to business with them. It just wasn't her style. Sometimes she did, and it wasn't like she didn't like getting to know people at all, but there were feelings involved when getting to know people. Women were good to get to know. Men were good to get to know after you fucked them for a little while. But that could be a major contributing factor to why she had never really had a steady relationship. As she smiled at Brett, her foot nudged his leg a little, her leg slung across her other knee. It was playful in nature, and meant to be cute. "Sound good?" she drawled flirtatiously, quiet so no one would pick up on her tone. She was sure Brett hitting on her would come as a surprise to no one, but it was still the professional thing to do. She hoped he would be as enthusiastic as she was about this plan.
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