He managed to avoid Officer Amber Bateman for the next couple of weeks. Despite the humiliating and inappropriate things she'd done to him, Nathan found himself thinking of her touch. Sometimes he thought about it so long that he felt himself respond physically.
Though he kind of liked the fact that he'd been unable to stop what she did to him, he remained faithful to Ashley. Nate figured if he put himself in Bateman's path, she'd surely want to "check him for weapons" again.
It was one thing to have something like that happen unexpectedly. It was something else to seek it out.
It was a little more than two weeks later, as he drove home from a meeting with some people at a brokerage firm, that a bright blue flash appeared out of nowhere as soon as he entered the city limits of Luvton.
Nate pounded the wheel as blue flashes grew and filled the car and stabbed at his eyes in the darkness. He pulled over, put the car in park, and waited on Bateman.
She sauntered up to the car and twirled her finger at the window. Nate spooled it down and the officer leaned in. He could smell Juicy Fruit on her breath.
"Where in hell are you coming from this time of night?" she said unpleasantly.
"I had meetings with a couple of brokers all day. It goes with the territory."
Bateman smiled. "Uh-huh."
Nate took a long, slow breath, rubbed his face, and cocked his head at the cop. "I suppose I've done something wrong?"
"No. Not as such, Walker. How's your girlfriend?" Her smile became something Nate didn't like at all.
"She's fine."
"And she's not home, either. I've been by your house. So you don't have to be home at the moment, do you?"
"I'm tired, officer. I really am."
"This won't take long," Bateman said and leaned into the window. "I think we've come to know each other well enough that you can call me Amber, okay?"
"Whatever," Nate sighed.
Bateman eyed him up and down, still smiling and still working the Juicy Fruit. The strobes were giving Nate a headache and he closed his eyes.
"Take your cock out," Bateman said. She could have been asking for his driver's license.
"Not tonight, Amber. Please. Somebody's gonna drive by and see."
"You're not as smart as you think you are. When folks pass a police car with the strobes lit behind another car, they are just thankful it's not them pulled over. Assholes rubberneck over accidents and look the other way at traffic stops. Now, take your cock out."
Nate unzipped his suit pants, reached into the fly of his boxers, and took himself out. "Okay. Do--whatever. Maybe it'll help me sleep better."
Bateman reached down and took him in her hand. "See, it's not all bad, is it?"
"You are pretty good at it, I'll give you that much," Nate breathed and lay his head back on the seat as Bateman caressed him toward an erection.
