Winner Takes All

Part Four

I spent the day prepping. For the night out, not Roman. Right.

I couldn't decide what to wear, first off. I hadn't been out in ages and I really didn't know what was clubbing appropriate.

I combed through my racks of clothing, finally deciding on a tiny animal print silk bodycon dress, and I put a purple lace bra on underneath to peek through at the top. I chose my platform doc martens; I really was not a heels kind of girl.

I spent two hours shaving and washing my hair, and I even did a face mask.

I curled my long hair and put half of it up in a ponytail, leaving the rest to fall to my hips. I decided on light makeup, just some foundation, blush, winged eyeliner, and mascara. I finished off the look with a cropped purple corduroy jacket and lots of lip gloss.

I had to keep reminding myself that this was for myself and my mental health, and not the extremely good-looking detective who was accompanying me.

I still had half an hour before I had to leave, so I decided to grab a bottle of wine from my cupboard to ease my nerves. I chugged straight from the bottle until the sweet fruity wine warmed my chest from the inside out. After half a bottle, the nerves were gone, and I looked at my phone to check the time.

Shit, it was time to meet Roman. Speaking of Roman, I quickly added his phone number to my phone from the card he gave me earlier. I wanted to have it in case we got separated tonight. And maybe I just wanted it because he was so good looking. Whatever.

I grabbed my purse and sprayed on some sweet perfume, and at the same time, I heard a knock on the door.

My heart hammered a bit as I ran to open it, sliding a few more silver rings on my fingers as I did.

I opened the door out of breath and gave my best smile to the handsome man standing outside.

Roman looked amazing, which was not a surprise. He had on a red and gold striped button-up, with almost all the buttons undone. It really left nothing to the imagination. Like I had thought, he had delicious abs and was covered in tattoos.

"Hello. Ready to go?" He said, knocking me out of my daze.

A warm blush rose to my cheeks, I had definitely been caught staring. "Hi, yeah. Let's go," I smiled.

I had to admit I was slightly disappointed he hadn't said anything about my outfit. I followed him down the stairs, and the alcohol was making an appearance. The silence was killing me, and before I could stop it words were spilling out of my mouth.

"Why are you coming with me? Going to a club with a case doesn't really seem part of the job description," I said to his back.

Roman didn't reply, and I audibly sighed. What was with him? Had I done something to make him angry with me?

"Did I do something?" I said, my voice small and hurt. I guess the alcohol really had hit me a little harder than I thought. My cheeks burned once again; thank god he couldn't see them.

He stopped and slowly turned to glance at me. He didn't say anything once again and made it to the door without a word. He opened the door for me, and I glared at him as I walked by.

As hot as he was, he was kind of a jerk. Or he was just doing his job and being professional. For some reason though, it still didn't really make sense to me as to why the lead detective of my case decided to come with me to a club. He surely could have sent someone else.

Even if he was just being professional, he did not have to be so rude. He could still talk to me. God, this was going to be an awkward night if he kept up with this silent treatment. Ainsley was going to know something was up right away.