detectivecmiller:
Chris wasn’t entirely sure what to make of a girl like Charlotte “Lottie” Baker. They had met in a chance encounter at a bar, and after a few flirtatious glances, it didn’t take long for him to approach the girl and take her home. For him, hook-ups were easy. He had accomplished many one-night stands in favor for their simplicity given his line of work as a double agent. On paper, he was the rookie cop turned detective for managing to greatly reduce the numbers of a prominent gang in Houston, but his motives weren’t based on a desire for justice but for his deep-rooted affiliation for another prominent gang in the city. Living a double life was hard enough to maintain that he had no time for a steady relationship of any sort, so it was easy for him to cut girls out of his life after he was done with them.
Lottie, however, had managed to stick around for longer than most, and that raised several red flags. Normally, he would have been happy to ghost any other girl he had picked up at a bar if she was being too clingy, but she had managed to be so persistent in her pursuit that he could hardly say no, giving way to his carnal desire to fuck her every late night she came over–and she was a good fuck, good enough for him to ignore the rules he had about only having one-night stands in the first place. This had gone on for a better part of the last month, which was long enough for those alarm bells to become nothing more than background noise in his mind. It wasn’t so weird for him now to receive nightly texts from her that evolved from booty calls to what resembled a casual hang-out, but he still managed to hold some reservations for the girl, aware that she was a journalist, her only job to dig around for answers.
He had only been home long enough to feed his dog, Cook, when he heard the knock on the door. He wasn’t expecting anyone over, thinking it was odd that someone was coming over to bother him. As he approached the door, his hand instinctively moved behind his back, his fingers lingering over his gun just in case, but with a quick peep through the eye-hole, he immediately recognized that head of curly, blonde locks. Unlocking the door with a furrowed brow, he pulled the door open to greet Lottie and the bag of takeout and wine she held in her arms. “’Accidentally,’” he repeated in disbelief as his gaze raked over the food, the aroma making his stomach grumble and growl.
He stepped aside for her to enter his apartment, shutting the door behind her as she came in. “I didn’t realize these booty calls came with delivery,” he half-joked, aware that most of their time spent together involved them being naked in some form.
As much as Lottie told herself that she’d come over purely because it was her mission to do so, she had to admit that it was the farthest thing from her mind when he opened the door. Still in his typical work uniform, she had to admire the way his shirt clung to his shoulders in a way that made her want to tear it off of him. After a casual relationship with an older man had backfired on her, she’d told herself that she wasn’t interested in more mindless sex. She’d been burned before, unable to stop herself from developing feelings for that individual, and she was furious at herself for not keeping her heart out of this situation too. Not that she was head over heels in love with Chris, but she definitely liked him, she enjoyed spending time with him and she definitely felt guilty about the many lies she had to tell him. It was all growing a whole lot more complicated than she’d expected it to be.
Accidentally. His tone had her biting back a grin, trying not to laugh as he stepped aside, letting her into his apartment. She was becoming vaguely familiar with it now, after more late-night trips than she would be willing to admit to. ‘’Lucky for you.’’ She retorted in return, hiding a grin as she gestured towards the bag of Chinese food. Lottie even cooed a hello to Cook, his dog that she’d definitely become fond of. Her Father had never allowed them to have a dog, claiming that they were too messy and disruptive, but she had always enjoyed them. Instead they’d had a cat, because they were independent and easy to take care of, but she’d argued that she could be a cat and a dog person when they’d had a discussion about it.
Stepping towards the kitchen, her high heels clicking against the floor, it was as if she owned the place, feeling fairly at ease there. A snort left her as she heard his comment about the booty calls, resting the bag down on the kitchen side before she turned towards him, beginning to unbutton her coat, a purposeful slowness to her movements. ‘’Now you’re just making me want to recreate every bad delivery-driver porno that I’ve ever seen.’’ The blonde spoke teasingly, sliding in closer to Chris once her coat hung off of her shoulders, revealing the blouse and pencil skirt beneath. ‘’I think this is the part where you tell me that you’re fresh outta cash and you’ve got to pay me in sexual favours.’’
