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?"
