Sins Chaos

Chapter Ten

Aerin

"God, that ass." Smack. "The things I could do with that ass."

The sound of Jordan Iker smacking my butt like he had exclusive rights to that region of my anatomy reverberated through my system like a nuclear shockwave. While the urge to dump the glass of ice cold soda in my hand onto his private parts to cool his unwanted libido was tempting—oh so tempting—keeping my waitressing job at the Convivial Café was stronger. Practicality won the internal battle over fleeting smugness.

Gritting my teeth, I fought the urge to roll my eyes so hard in frustration they rolled out the back of my head as I gently set the glass down on the table in front of Jordan. Faking a smile worthy of an Oscar nomination, I grabbed a cup of coffee off the tray and set it in front of the dark-haired guy sitting next to the douchbag—whose hand, for the record, was still cradling my butt cheek like it was the most precious of gifts.

My dark green eyes met a pair of light gray eyes as I dropped a plate of burger and fries in front of the strawberry blonde guy sitting across from Jordan. Donny shook his head in a nondistinctive way, a strand of frosted russet colored hair falling across his forehead and into his beautifully contrasting eyes as he gently nudged the bottle of Ketchup beside his plate across the table to Holden Meyers.

The look Donny was shooting me begged me to let Jordan's hand on my ass slide. It screamed I'm sorry, just deal with it.

Wow, Donny gave me absolutely no credit whatsoever. I wouldn't risk my survival. A military cop with overly friendly hands was not worth giving everything I'd fought for up. Jordan Iker was not worth invoking the wrath of the military.

Not worth bringing him back into my life.

I could be a good girl.

Honest.

I was perfectly capable of handling a horny, narcissistic cop without violence, drawling blood, or breakage of vital bones.

Jordan's hand slid off my ass, tracing the rough material of my jean skirt as he brushed his rough palm gently across the smooth skin of my thigh on his way under the hem of the admittedly short material.

Then again, one jolt with his own taser wouldn't hurt him...

At my sharp intake of breath, Donny groaned, running his hands anxiously through his already disheveled locks. "This isn't going to end well," he muttered incoherently (my hearing is better than most) under his breath, clasping his hands at the nape of his neck.

Once again, absolutely no faith.,

With a grin as wide and dry as the Sahara, I grabbed Jordan's hand a second before the tips of his fingers brushed the soft lace of my underwear. The fake smile taking over my face dripped sugary sweet honey and screamed innocent sweetness as I carefully pulled his hand out from underneath my skirt. Once his hand was free of my personal space and out of the danger zone, I dropped the pleasant look and quickly utilized the pressure point in his hand.

Jordan's hazel eyes went wide with shock as I bent down to whisper in his ear, my breath caressing the side of his neck like a lover's touch. "Good. I have your attention, Officer Iker. Next time one of your hands touches me without permission, I won't hesitate to break it." I quickly dropped his hand like it had suddenly burned me, stepping back as I crossed my arms over the tribal design on my baby blue tee.

Donny let out a relieved sigh, grinning into his coffee cup.

Holden methodically chewed on a French fry, his baby blues assessing the situation. Jordan huffed out his chest, an angry look forming on his pale face. Brushing wayward strands of pale blonde hair out of his eyes, he reached for the handcuffs resting comfortably on his belt.