Pizza Nazi’s

“Hands above your head. Lace your fingers and don’t move.”

His voice was low but commanding, and a tad bit erotic, so I did as I was told. Although I knew how this worked, my heart still raced. I stood still, not wanting to make any sudden moves.

Slowly raising my hands above my head, I laced my fingers together and rested them on top my wet hair. Glinting light from his badge caught my attention. My eyes glanced down at his belt. While I studied his badge, I realized that he must be the neighbor Phoenix told me about. I watched this man’s expression go from serious cop to curious cop.

I found it amusing because why would a half-naked woman, who really wants her pizza, burglarize a house with a large dog at her feet? I mean, I get it. They saw a strange vehicle parked in the tenant’s driveway while that tenant wasn’t home. But, to continue to hold me at gunpoint? I smirked, realizing how ridiculous this must look. 

This police officer was seriously inconveniencing me.

“Holy fuck!” A second voice came from the kitchen. He too had his weapon pointed at me.

My amusement heightened when the jaw of cop one dropped as well as his eyes as the realization kicked in that I was far from being armed. I felt exposed from being half-naked in front of two strange men.

Okay… so I was naked with a strange man last night but that was different. We did things that were probably illegal in some states. I had to smile at that. That was fun. Niklaus was different though, he didn’t hold me at gunpoint.

I fought the urge to cover myself. I stood tall. Cop or not, I refused to allow this man to intimidate me. His eyes narrowed, and he glared at me as if he were trying to figure me out.

“Interesting.” Cop two holstered his weapon and crossed his arms. Where the other officer was a large and quiet, the amused officer was slim with a loud personality. He wore black-rimmed eyeglasses that contrast against his blonde hair and blue eyes. The officer’s grin grew as he looked at his partner and then to me. He continued to look back and forth. I followed his partner’s eyes that were currently staring at my chest.

Shit! I haven’t dried off completely. The barely there material clung to my wet breasts and my nipples stood at attention. Those bitches are enjoying this and that cunt down there will probably want in on it.

No, Vanessa! Didn’t you get enough from last night? Don’t be skanky like Gage’s girlfriend. You’re better than that.

“My name is Vanessa Lyndon. Phoenix is my daughter.”

Cop one lowered his weapon while I folded my arms across my chest to cover them. I didn’t realize I made it worse, for me anyway, because all that did was push my cleavage up further gaining his attention.

I sighed loudly and bent down until my eyes met his. I smiled and studied him. He was tall, husky with black hair and dark brown eyes. His beard added more sex appeal.

“Hi… um… in case you didn’t hear me. My name’s-“

“Vanessa. I heard you.” he mumbled.

“Right.” I nodded slowly.

“Phoenix’s mother.”

“Yes, that’s me.” I shivered at the sound of his rough voice. Or, was I shivering from being cold and wet. “You’re the neighbor, right?”

“Whoa! Phoenix’s mother?” Cop number two shouted. I nodded my head. My new life sure has started out strangely amazing with a sexy Russian and his bodyguard and now two cops who were currently staring at my half-naked body. “No fucking way!”

“Yes, now that we’ve all established who I am, could you tell me who you are?”

“Welker Stanton.”

I waited for him to say more or at least release me from detainment. He didn’t say anything. No, this isn’t awkward at all. I looked at the second cop.

“I’m Shane.” He reached to shake my hand. I placed my hand in his and reciprocated. My chest slightly bounced, causing Welker to stare even harder. “Don’t mind him, his game’s been off for a while.”

I laughed as cop one glared at cop two. I instantly liked him. Welker is questionable. His staring is becoming creepy. I mean, I get that he is apparently shocked to find a strange woman in his tenant’s home that obviously didn’t belong there, but seriously. Eager for this scenario to end and being the hospitable southerner, I offered to feed them.

“Are you hungry? There’s pizza.”

And you’re keeping me and Max from it! Pizza Nazis!