A Cop for Breakfast
By: Scarlet Wilde
Copyright © 2011 by Scarlet Wilde
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A Cop for Breakfast
By: Scarlet Wilde
Rosa tilted her head toward the sun, the heat warming her already tanned skin.
“Remember how exciting it was when you first started dating?” Felicia asked as she floated across the pool on a bright pink raft.
“Or even that first meeting?” Natalie added. “When your pulse increased, and those sweaty palms?”
Rosa could hear the sigh and smile in Natalie’s voice. She remembered feeling those things when she was first with Matt, and more.
“What happened? Why does it have to go away?”
“We get used to one another,” Amber answered. “We get in a rut.”
“I would love to feel what I did on the first date now,” Paige offered wistfully.
Rose glanced around the pool and up to the deck where her friends sat. Their husbands were in the house watching a game. Though some of them made no comment she could tell by thire faces they were missing the excitement of those first days.
She remembered the anticipation. But she also sensed that her husband was not happy. Not that he ever said anything, but he wanted her to be more adventurous in the bedroom, more open, and it was something she was struggling with. She was the only woman she knew who had been a virgin on her wedding night. Her strict, Latino grandmother who had raised her from a child insisted on how a wife should behave and her five older brothers were protective enough it was a wondered she was even kissed before the age of twenty. Matt had shown a good deal of patience, but she knew his frustration grew. Oh, she wanted to try something different than lying on her back and enjoying his lovemaking, hoping he was finding pleasure, but what if she disappointed him?
* * *
Matt turned away from the window. He, and the other husbands had listened to the conversation and he waited for his wife to say something. But, she offered nothing. He shouldn’t be surprised. Rosa was a very private person, and shy. Still, these were her best friends from college and if she didn’t open up to them she wouldn’t open up to anyone.
They had been married the shortest amount of time, only eight months, but he was ready for more in their bedroom, of anywhere for that matter. He had respected her wish to remain celibate until married, something his friends would never understand, but it had been her strict and moral upbringing that made her that way. And, he liked being the only man to have ever made love to her. He didn’t think that ever happened anymore.
But, while her friends were facing their frustrations, he had his own. It was not something he would voice to the others in the room.
“Is it possible our wives are bored?” David asked.
“Sounds that way to me,” Brian agreed.
“What should we do about it?” Curt turned to the group, arms crossed over his chest. There was a gleam in his eye that spoke more of trysting than concern.
“It isn’t like we don’t try,” Matt answered.
A grin formed on David’s face. “They miss the excitement of that first date, right?”
The other men nodded.
“Then, let’s give them that excitement of that first date, or meeting, or whatever it was.”
Brian pulled a beer from the fridge and popped the top. “I don’t see how that is going to make a difference. Repeating a date is hardly exciting when it is with someone who isn’t a mystery any longer.”
“Ah, but.” David stepped forward. “We repeat the date, as close to detail as we can come.”
“And?” Matt prompted.
“Instead of ending it the way it did . . .”
“Frustrated with only a kiss goodnight,” Curt grumbled.
“We finish it the way we really wanted to,” David looked around the room at his friends. “Do you remember what you wanted to do to her that night? I know I do.”
Matt grinned. Not just that night, he still wanted to do the same thing.
“But, we can’t tell them, or let them know anything. It will ruin it.”
* * *
Paige hurried back to the pool deck, without the beverages she had gone to the kitchen for. Rosa sat up and glanced over her sunglasses and Paige whispered something to the small group on the deck. The secret was shared and finally found its way to her.
“Mums the word.” A sly grin formed on Amber’s face. “It is a date I wouldn’t mind repeating, especially if it isn’t going to end at the front door.” She lounged back beside Rosa. “I wonder what exactly he wanted to do to me back then.”
Rosa laid her head back and wondered the same thing. If Matt decided to participate in this plan, then she would as well. It was time to be adventurous. If it didn’t work out so well, at least she knew some of the ways to please him. The problem was, when will it happen?
* * *
“I want authentic Mexican food,” Rosa mimicked the tall blonde with the harsh, Midwestern accent as she drove home from work. Her foot pushed further on the pedal as she headed south on I-10. And Rosa had given her just that, but the chicken enchiladas with roasted green chilies and asadero cheese, were too spicy. She hated the texture of the Black Bean Burrito, and after one bite of the tamale, the blonde set it on her plate and downed her Corona. Why did everyone assume Mexican food could only be enjoyed with a Corona? The blonde even found fault with the beans and rice. If she ever showed up in the restaurant again, Rosa would happily give her directions to the closest Taco Bell. Not that she had anything against Taco Bell, even she grabbed their tacos when on the run. They just weren’t in the same league as the four star restaurant where she was the head chef. Of course, this was only her opinion.
Bright lights distracted Rosa from her thoughts and she looked in the rear-view mirror. Damn. There was no mistaking the revolving red bulb for anything but what it was. She glanced down at the speedometer and realized she was going 85 mph. Rosa eased off the gas in an instant. The siren beeped a moment later and she turned on her blinker so the cop knew she was pulling over.
This night could not get any worse. The moment she got home to her empty apartment she was going to fix herself a Margarita and draw herself a hot bubble bath.
She stopped the car and turned off the ignition. Her driver’s license and insurance card were in hand and the window was rolled down by the time he reached the driver’s side door. She looked out the window, directly at his black leather belt with the various gadgets police officers needed, she supposed. Gun, baton, and handcuffs. A smile pulled at her lips and she wondered if he used those handcuffs for anything other than arresting people. Her face heated. Where had that thought come from?
“Do you know how fast you were going, ma’am?” He leaned forward and she stared into the deepest blue eyes she had ever encountered, framed with thick dark lashes. Her breath hitched. The recognition dawned. From her apartment window she would watch Officer Matt Wilson come home in the morning, his tight ass filling out the dark blue pocket trousers, broad shoulders straining against his uniform shirt. If only she had the nerve to seduce him.
“Ms. Martinez,” he corrected.
She blinked in surprise at the use of the name. “Officer Wilson,” she returned. If he was going to be formal than so would she, thought it felt a bit odd. Her pulse intensified being this close to him. And when he smiled, straight white teeth, and a small dimple at the corner of his mouth, she melted.
“You are in a bit of a hurry tonight.” He pulled out a long, narrow book and she wondered what the fine was for going 20 miles over the speed limit. At least she wouldn’t be arrested, though she wouldn’t mind having him handcuff her for other reasons. Her face heated at the thought of even asking him to do such a thing. She would never have the nerve to ask.
“No, I wasn’t in a hurry. Just angry and not paying attention to my speed.”
He squatted down, his face now level with hers. “Angry?”
He seemed more concerned with her mood than her speeding. She expected at least a lecture.
“It is silly really, and I let her bother me more than I should have.”
He nodded for her to continue.
Rosa quickly explained and as her anger cooled she realized she may have over-reacted but she was sick and tired of vacationers coming into the restaurant, wanting an authentic Mexican meal and then complaining about the heat.
“I love the Chorizo Enchilada with chili sauce. I haven’t had one in a while.” His grinned widened. “I may have to rectify that very soon.”
Her insides warmed at the look of hopefulness on his face like a child at Christmas and all earlier complaints about her skills disappeared.