Behind the Badge: Obsession in the Shadows

First date p2

He drives in silence the low hum of the car.
The rasion plays hearing one of my favorite songs. I turn it up slightly, humming the song.

He glances at me, smiling softly.
"We are here," he says, pulling in and parking.
I look up the small fairy light contacts between the wool and sheet metal on the building.

I reach for the car door, opening it slightly.

I was startled when he reached the door and closed it shut.
"When you are with me, you do not open doors, understand," he scolds in a way.
I nod in nervousness.
"Come on, Madison, I want to hear your beautiful voice." He teased, leaning in his lips, grazing above mine.
"I understand," I say softly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear.
"Good girl," he says, opening and closing the door. He opens my side and helps me out of the lifted truck.
We walked into the restaurant, not too busy; thankfully, there was a sign that read, Please seat yourself.

"Booth or table?" he asked me.

"Booth, please." I smile, a blush forming on my face.

"Your wish is my command," he says softly, pulling by my hand to a booth.

We sit across from each other; the smell of his aftershave is intoxicating.
"So did you have a good day at work?" he asked me.
"Well, other than someone throwing their change at me, yes, what about you?" I ask him, my eyes looking into his eyes captivating.

"Well, I will get to my day shortly. Why did you have coins thrown at you?" he asks, leaning on the table.

"Well, i-"

"Hey, sorry about interrupting. What can I get started to drink for you two?" the pretty waitress asks, looking straight at him when she asks.

"Beer," Gregory says, pulling out his ID.
"Water," I say, looking at her.
She was about to leave as she started walking away.

"Wait," he called her.
He switched his gaze to me. "You don't want a drink?" he asks me.

"I guess so. Can I get the shark attack?" I ask her with a slight smile on my face.
She nods and writes it down.

"So you were saying?" he asks me.

"Huh?" I ask, forgetting the conversion.

"Madison, you were telling me why someone threw their change at you," he says explaining.

"Oh, yeah. Well, this guy came in, and I was giving him his change and was just being rude the moment he walked into the bakery. When I was handing him his change, he threw it at me and told me to keep the change with a laugh." I say explaining the rest of my story.

"So now your turn, right?" I tease looking at him.
He just smirked looking at me.
He softly brushes his hand over my face, tucking a single strand behind my ear.

Just then our drinks are delivered.
"Have you two decided what you are going to be having?" the waitress asks, only looking at Gregory's smiling melody seductively.

"Not yet," he says plainly, not even looking at her.

"Decide what you want to eat, Madison; we will talk about my day," he says, opening up the menu.

"I'll probably just get chicken Alfredo," I say, glancing at the menu.

He looks finally choosing.
"Miss, we are ready. I'll be having a tour of Italy, and my lovely date here would like chicken Alfredo," he tells me, glancing at me.

She scoffs.
"Okay, it will be right out," she says, wetting it down before walking away. Stroking away in anger.

"So now about your day, anything interesting?" I ask him to take a long drink of my beverage.

He takes a swig of beer.
"Well, we had a large drug bust with our K-9 Bruce," he tells me.

"What do you consider large?" I ask him.

"50 pounds of cocaine as well as some other things," he tells me.

My eyes must have widened. "What could one person possibly do with that much cocaine?!" I ask startled.

"He was selling it," he says, taking another large swig.

"I was almost in a shoot-out with him; he just wasn't a good shot," he laughed at the thought.

"Your job sounds dangerous," I whisper to him.

"It can be, but I'm always safe. I wear my vest while I'm on duty. Don't worry about me," he says softly, brushing his thumb on my bottom lip.

"You are so beautiful, Madison," he tells me.

"Oh, stop it! You are making me blush," I say, covering my face in embarrassment.

He softly removes my two hands that curtain my blush.

"Don't hide from me; I like seeing the effort I have on you," he tells me with a wink.

Leaving me blushing and even more nervous.

Just then our food is dropped off, and the hot, steamy, mouthwatering smell fills the air.

"Do you have any talents, Gregory?" I ask him, slowly eating.

He chuckled, "I used to do magic when I was younger; perhaps I can show you later." He said taking a bite of food.

"What about you? Madison, and Talents?" he asked, amused by my question.

"It's not a talent but freaks people out," I say, showing him my hand as I bend it back easily, my fingers touching my arm.

"Ahh, you're hypermobile," he says in response, lightly laughing.

"Yeah, I used to do that at all the high school parties back in the day," I tell him with a chuckle.
We exchanged even more talk.

Once our food was done and our drinks gone, we headed back to his car once again, and he opened the door for me.

This time I buckled up.

"Good girl, you did remember." He teased me before walking to his side and driving me back home.

"Would you like to come inside for a bit?" I ask him as we get closer to my house.

"Yes, sure, I'm happy with whatever as long as my time with you continues," he replied with