The Officer (18+) (Slow Updates)

4

I decided not to go to the police. I mean nothing happened. And even if it did I probably wouldn't have gone, it's just how he copes. Why should he be punished for it? Work with him has been a little awkward, but when has it not. But enough reveling in the past.

I pull into an empty parking spot in the lively field. Dozens of kids run around, all in their respective colors. I look over to Cadence in the passenger, She and I matching in aqua blue tees. She's engrossed in her phone as mine begins to ring.

"Hi Carol." I answer.

"Hello, there Monica. Just wondering where you were, the other moms are getting kind of antsy. And we need the tickets."

"Don't worry I just pulled up. I'll be in right away."

I get out the car and grab the large box filled with little odds and bits and walk towards the screaming children. I know I'm not technically a parent, but ever since Cade has been with me, I've been so active in the PTA. So much so that I planned this year's field day. The other mom's don't seem to enjoy my presence though. I like to think it's because they're threatened by my raw talent, but I know this petty feud all started because one of their sons caught feeling. It's not my fault I'm around high schoolers all the time, they're always at my house!

I finally get over the the giggling group of moms, all sipping mimosas. Carol, the PTA president, sets her glass down and greets me.

"You made it. We're just about to start."

I look at them, all tipsy as they sip their wine. They all wear matching JUNIORS hats in the same blue as our shirts. I should be wearing one of those, but one of the kids got the flu and was unable to participate. They thought that since I'm the youngest I should take their place, so the number of people on the teams would be even. Even my ass. They just wanted as far away from them as possible. When I'm not on the field with the kids, I'm volunteering at some stand. Speaking of...

"So, you won't be playing for another hour or so. But you're scheduled to help pass out the drinks for the middle school games. The booth is on the other end of the park. Have fun!" She calls as I walk away with Cade in tow.

"I will," Bitch.

Somewhere along the walk, Cade disappears, saying something about meeting up with her friends. I finally make it to the booth after a ten minute walk and I find a parent still setting up. Upon seeing me, she wipes her hands against her jeans and strolls over to me.

"Hi, you must be Monica. I'm Stacy, it's so nice to meet you."

She takes hand the limb cold from her working with the drinks.

"I've got somewhere to be, but the kids will just be coming here whenever they need something to drink. There is a shed over there," She points behind me. "If you run out of anything. Oh, and before I forget, there will be another parent over here shortly to help you. Thank you so much!"

With that she scurries off in the direction of the elementary schoolers. I take a seat at the booth, the blaring sun making me wish I owned one of those hats, but as the thought crosses my head, a shadow blocks the angry star.

"Is this where we volunteer for the Middle School Games?" Someone voices.

I turn around and find a wall of muscle.

It's him.

He looks so different, relaxed almost, outside of his kevlar suit. A pair of jeans adorn his sculpted legs, a plain t-shirt straining against the muscles of his chest and biceps, and to top it all off (literally) he wears a bright purple cap with the words 3RD GRADE embroidered. He takes off and folds his sunglasses, his olive skin glowing in the light. He looks perfect, almost angelic, as dark tendrils fall into his face. He removes his cap and brushes the hair back, his shirt lifting up slightly to give me a peek at his toned torso.

I'm drooling.

Hoping he didn't notice me oggle him like a piece of meat, I stand and hold my hand out.

"Hi, I'm Monica, I'll be working the booth with you" I introduce, trying so hard to fight how his gaze affects. He grins, a panty melting smile.

"It's nice to meet you Monica," He takes my hand in his. The firm grip making me melt. "I'm Matteo."

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orry for the short chapter, but I wanted to end on that cliff hanger. 

And so, they finally are introduced.