No Strings Attached | ?

        Necksnapper had given me a general list of where Jonah usually hangs out and so far I'm roaming around town like an idiot, entering and exiting the bakery shop, the shoe store, the grocery store, and even the local park. The only place I haven't tried yet is the pub downtown. It's the only option I have left before I call it quits, so, with sore feet, I go on to the pub.

        I arrive there after what seems like forever, hearing the blaring music from outside the walls. This isn't the first time I've come here, but I'm still not used to how deafening the songs are. I enter the building with a tightened jaw, being greeted with strippers and singers. This place is pretty huge, so they have a little bit of everything here. A strip club there, the bar there, dance floor there, yadda yadda.

        I stop by the bar, planning to get drunk and pretend I'm doing my job as it should be done but, as I order my first shot, I look to my left to see (probably) Jonah sitting there. I pause, putting my shot down slowly and taking my phone out, making sure the picture Necksnapper sent me was the same as the man just a stool away.

        Holy shit, it is!

        Fuck, okay, I've never presented myself to a cop before and I'm pissing my pants just a little bit because he might recognize my body shape or something and arrest me for all the robberies I've committed.

        Even with how unsettled I truly feel, however, I set a smile on my face and get off my stool, abandoning the shot of alcohol I'd been planning to down. I approach Mr. Debby-Downer and pose like I'm trying to seduce him or something and honestly, as hot as I am, I think I'm failing. Miserably.

        He looks up at me, an eyebrow raised, and I can feel my whole body just wheeze. One, because he's a cop and I'm terrified he'll recognize me, and two, because he's actually pretty attractive. My smile stretches wider as I say, "Hey handsome." I internally puke. Oh god I'm so bad at flirting with men! This is my first ever time doing this and seriously I'm about to off myself. I didn't want my first time experimenting to be a complete failure like this.

        "Hello," he says. Why didn't he respond with "hey gorgeous," I don't know. I'm a god! Or at least, I'm attempting to be one. Maybe he's straight, so this should be my time to leave. But I don't, because my only motivation is the money I'll get if I do this. I just need information out of him, then it'll all be over.

        "What's a pretty face doing here by himself?" Oh god. I'm so hopeless and cringey I think I might die.

        "Drinking." He shrugs. His face seems to lighten up a bit. I really hope he's acknowledging my efforts to swoon him because I've only said two sentences to him and yet I feel like I might explode out of pity for myself.

        "Alcoholic?" I muse.

        "Uh, no." He shakes his head, looking back down at his glass. "I only ever drink on Friday nights, actually."

        My smile becomes a little more genuine as my eyebrows furrow. "You say that, yet it's a Tuesday night and here you are drinking."

        I can see him smile the tiniest bit and I take that as a hundred points. "Well, yeah. I guess I take back my word." He looks back at me as he finishes his drink, not dropping eye contact. Clearly, he's better at flirting than me. He hasn't even said anything that could woo me and yet his stare says it all. Shit man, I can question how straight I really am right now.

        As he puts his glass down and declines a refill, I say, "I can buy you another drink, then maybe we can head back to my place . . . "

        His irises flicker up and down as if inspecting me, showing his uncertainty. At least he's checking me out. As the air tenses, he finally chuckles and says, "I'll pass. I've only known you for three minutes."

        I lean in a little closer to him, my fingertip barely grazing his hand. "Then get to know me."

        I can feel Jonah's hand twitch closer to mine as he continues to stare me down. He looks more relaxed now, no longer giving me a sharp glare. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was amused.

        "My gut tells me you're a bad decision." He says, standing up from his stool to make the space between us even smaller. My lips grow into a teasing smirk as I take hold of his hand and say, "Then let's make tonight a good one."

        He finally smiles. No, grins. A thousand points for me! "I'd like that." He says. Good, now that I have him under my very seductive spell, I'll be able to lure info out of him, and then I'll report back to Necksnapper and--

        He kisses me.

        Jonah Clayton, a hot police officer who hates mafia members (a.k.a. me), is kissing me. I think I might die.

        Well, its confirmed. Jonah isn't straight, and I'm probably not either. I kiss him back hesitantly, my eyes still open with confusion to the satisfaction I'm feeling while his mouth eats mine. I slowly close my eyes, eyebrows still furrowed, as my arms find themselves wrapping around his neck and pulling him in for a deeper smooch. He leans in more, and I can feel his hands on my hips. I can't help the arousal I feel, but I just hope I don't pop a boner while we're just kissing.

        Jonah suddenly pulls away and I'm left breathless. If all men kissed like how he just did then MAN, I would've been gay a long time ago. I can then see the amusement in his smile and his eyes. "I thought we were going to your place?" He hums, and I realize I have an objective and I'm not just freely making out with a police officer. Well, I mean, I technically am since hooking up with him wasn't required, but still! I have a reason for doing this.

        I huff a breathless smile, nodding as I remember what I had suggested. "Right, yes." I chuckle a little. "You drove here, right?"

        He nods. "I'm assuming you didn't?"

        I smile, removing my arms from around his neck. "Ah, you know me so well already. I actually walked around town, stopped by for a drink. Good thing I got lucky tonight." I take his hand again and he grins at me. "Let's get a move on then. Show you how lucky you got." Well, there goes my straightness I guess. Holy shit does this guy know how to turn people on.

        Jonah pulls me out of the pub, his grip on my hand firm yet gentle. It doesn't take long for us to get to his car. It isn't a police car, but it has one of those magnetic sirens on it that can stick to the roof of your car and whatnot. I release his hand as I follow him to the driver's seat. "I can drive us there to make it easier." He side-glances at me, then smiles and nods. He's smiled at me like, a million times now, and I'm super fucking proud. "Be my guest." He says, giving me his car keys before walking over to the passenger side. I rub my hands together and get inside the vehicle, starting it up and driving away to my humble abode.

        We arrive at my house shortly and get out of the car. Jonah's face is tinted with awe at the size of my home, and he says so. "Your house is . . . huge."

        I smile, saying as humbly as I could, "Yeah. Sometimes I wonder how I can afford it." I throw him his car keys and he catches them, then we head to my front door and I unlock it with my own keys.

        When we're inside, Jonah is again struck by surprise. "Very fancy." He muses. I nod, then I slowly approach him and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him down to face me. Our eyes meet, and then the next thing I know he's kissing me and making me gay all over again.

        He's kissing me to the staircase, he's kissing me up the staircase--he's even kissing me while I struggle to guide us to my bedroom. And you know what else? He's kissing me into my bedroom.

        He pauses briefly only to breathe, then he's kissing me again. Right onto my bed he lays me down, kissing my neck and my jawline as I pay him back with lustful moans. He pauses again to strip himself of his police uniform, and I do the same with my suit.

        Then the night goes on. I'm kissing him, he's kissing me, and we're drowning in the bed sheets. In that moment, I forget that I'm only doing this to feed my greed.