Sorry for the longest delay in writing ... and for everyone who has stuck with my stories... i promise to update them all really soon! For the last month i have had the WORST writers block...
Chapter 1 of 3.
Lying in bed, she squinted at the ceiling, watching as the shadows of the trees outside danced along in the wind, leaving patterns above her head. Sharon's mind had become too cluttered with images of earlier in the evening, her body too restless to roll over and fall back to sleep. The cluttered images spun round her mind like a broken reel, as she tried to analyse and rationalize her behavior; the affection and lust exhibited to disgust the ex-wife, the close intimate dancing, the chaste kiss that lasted minutes; all acts she would never partake in… but with him she would.
Feelings, her feelings towards him, his obvious attraction to her ... and yet for a somewhat innocent start to the evening, she knew the past 6 months lead to this...
"I like Weddings…"
"Really? You sure? …. Err, how would I introduce you?"
"How about as your friend Sharon?"
"So it's not like a date or anything?"
"Of course not Lieutenant, I'm a married woman"
"Thank you Captain, I mean Sharon"
Her face had shown the satisfaction and happiness she had felt in offering to be his 'buffer', and in return he had shown her genuine appreciation for a woman who would offer to sit through hours of family conflict and disagreement in order for him to see his daughter marry. Lt Provenza had confined in her earlier in the day of Andy's concern of turning up alone, a main reason he resisted attending at all. Evelyn (his ex-wife) never hid her dislike of him, using every occasion to belittle not only him, but his date as she rubbed her happiness in his face. According to him, she would go as far as to make his dates so uncomfortable they would insist on leaving just as they had turned up. As soon as Provenza had clued her onto this, Sharon Raydor decided he needed to go to be with his daughter and no ex-wife would intimidate her.
"Shall I pick you up at 4?"
His tone had been nervous, and yet his face revealed excitement and relief.
"I will see you for our non-date then…."
Her lips offering him a smile of amusement as she tucked a stray hair back behind her ear.
" Oh and Andy, everything will be perfect"
Her eyes lighting up as she gave him a few encouraging nods as she watched his face light up with the prospect of seeing his daughter walk down the isle.
"Thank you again Sharon"
Having finished the last of her paperwork, she had packed up her desk, and made her way home with just enough time to shower, redress and reapply. Lt Provenza had offered to pick Rusty straight up from chess team and take him for burgers, followed by a night of x-box at his place; he had insisted he didn't want her to rush back from the reception, however she suspected he had another motive.
Standing in front of the wardrobe her mind couldn't decide what constituted a 'non-date', a 'I am here as your friend' dress 'but I want to make your ex-wife feel awkward.'
Guiding her hand through the coat hangers she viewed the hangers in front of her: a pin-up navy fitted number, too casual, a classic sheath number too flowy; black she rationalized was too funeral-like, red too attention seeking, cream too bridal, and then there was the cobalt blue dress…. Grecian goddess neckline which covered her cleavage respectfully yet showed off her ample breasts, assisted by the crisscross pattern across her midriff as the material fitted to the knee. Feeling her lips turn into a smile she realized she had a winner ….after all, she had worn this dress to the city's new years eve function last December and not only had her dance card been full all evening, but she had also celebrated in bed that night with a buff 32 year old surfer. He had had his pick of every single, married, defacto woman present and yet his eyes had been glued to her all night.
Placing the dress on the bed, she headed for the shower and the process of getting ready had begun.
Drying herself off, she slipped off her towel as her warm skin met with the coolness of her silk robe as it wrapped around her body, her feet sliding into a favourite pair of golden Jimmy Choo pumps.
Glancing at the clock she noted the time - 3pm… still plenty of time to prep, preen and touch up.
Hair blown dry, natural waves accentuating her cheek bones, her make up complete, she looked back at her clock… 3.35pm… just enough time to slip into her dress and be ready for his arrival.
Pulling out a lace cream bra and matching panties from the cabinet, she slid them onto her body; her eyes giving herself a once over scan of the body reflected in the mirror.
For a woman in her late 50's she was proud of her body, the curves, the childbirth marks, the scars from working in the force so long.
A knock at the door had pulled her from her musings as she slid her robe back on.
There on her door stoop was a very formal and handsome Andy Flynn. Her eyes drifted over his body, as his cologne assaulted her nostrils in a seductive manner as she admired his black tailored suit, cream shirt and classic blue-grey silk tie.
"You're early"
Her voice slightly surprised yet delighted
His face only glowing in delight as it was his turn to gaze over her body, his eyes running up and down as they became fixated on the gap in her robe revealing a slight hint of her lace bra.
She could feel a blush creep onto her cheeks as his gaze came to register with hers, his lips turning into a smile
"You will definitely be my hot friend Sharon"
A light laugh exited her lips, as his compliment reflected the usual Flynn style.
"The robes a good touch, you could totally pull it off?"
"I don't think you're ex-wife would approve…."
Unsure if it had been the right thing to say, she waited to see his response, a light laugh leaving his lips as he brushed past her to enter the condo.
Leading him into the living room, she made her way back to the bedroom to change.
Slipping into the dress, she gave herself one last nod in the mirror and grabbed her gold clutch, the 10 steps back to the living room giving her butterflies. Something about him tonight had sent a flurry of butterflies into her stomach as excitement raced through her veins …. She hadn't felt like this in a long time, and she was unsure why or how it was happening with her subordinate officer.
Raising her hand she placed her body against the door frame, her eyebrow arching up as she waited for his reaction,
"So Andy, what do you think?"
His eyes had widened as his lips parted, words seemingly coming to fail him
"I, uh, you, uh, that dress … wow!"
Removing her hand from the doorway, she made her way towards him, both palms coming to rest against his chest as her eyes darted up to his.
"Should we go..."