Chapter 9 – Mine


Mine? Mine. What does that mean? I must have been taking too long to answer because Eric started looking worried.

“What exactly are you asking me?”

“Well”, he hesitated, “I would like for us to see each other exclusively. For lack of a better term, I want you to be my girlfriend and I your boyfriend.”

Oh. Oh! I felt a huge grin on my face and answered, “I would like that very much.” Apparently we both liked that very much and we showed each other JUST how much three more times before falling asleep.

I woke up extra early the next morning to make the walk of shame, although techincally it was the drive of shame, back to my place to get ready for work. I was tired and sore in all of the right places, but on cloud nine anyway. I’d never been so happy. Apparently it showed.

I saw Amelia as I was walking towards my office and greeted her, “Good morning Amelia!”

Looking up from the papers in her hand, she appeared as if she was about to respond but then her eyes slanted over me as if she was concentrating really hard. I could almost see the light bulb appear above her head when she exclaimed, “Sookie! You’ve had sex! And by the look on your face it was really GOOD sex!”

Did she ALWAYS broadcast this loud and I never noticed? “AMELIA!”, I chastised, “Keep your voice down!” I couldn’t help grinning at her while I said it though. Her face took on a smug quality when she looked at something behind me.

“Sookie.” I jumped at the voice directly behind me. Bill. What the hell, did he have to sneak up on me like that?

“Bill.” Screw him. I intended to ignore him so when he followed me into my office I was a little peeved. Fed up, I slammed my bag down on my desk as I turned to face him. “What do you want Bill?”

He looked mad, but his voice was calm and cool like always. “I saw you on the news last week with that cop.” He spat out the word ‘cop’ like it would be something stuck to the bottom of your shoe. “Who is he? I tried calling you all weekend and stopped by your place as well, but you didn’t answer.”

“Not that it’s any of YOUR business, but he happens to be my BOYFRIEND.” I was so very thankful at that moment we’d had that conversation the night before.

Amelia had been standing in my doorway tossing grapes into her mouth like she was eating popcorn at the movies and enjoying the show. “SOOKIE! That’s so great! He’s HOT!” When she said the word ‘hot’ she gave Bill a look to let him know he definitely wasn’t ‘hot’.

“This is nonsense Sookie. I’ve tolerated your childish antics long enough. HE is NOT your boyfriend. YOU are NOT his girlfriend. YOU are MINE.”

WHAT? Delusional much? Was this”Claim Sookie Day”? I must have missed the memo that we were still together. “What makes you think that WE are still together? Because WE officially ended when I SAW YOU with your DICK in LORENA. And you know what? She can have it because compared to him YOU are merely a BOY!” Take THAT! Childish antics indeed.

Amelia choked a little on her grapes before saying, “Ooooh Sookie, is he THAT good?”

Giving Bill a pointed look I answered, “He’s the BEST I’ve ever had.”

I could see the veins in Bill’s forehead and neck getting more and more pronounced and his hands clenched into fists at his sides. Before he could respond, Pam made her way into my office.

Compton.” She said his name like it was something stuck to the bottom of HER shoes, and Pam LOVED her shoes. I giggled. “Do you have anything work related to discuss with Miss Stackhouse or are you just harassing her?”

No one missed the veiled threat in her words.

“I was just leaving Ms. Ravenscroft”, he fumed and walked out with Amelia trailing behind him snickering.

Looking back to me Pam said, “Really Sookie, what did you see in him?”

I had no answer because I could no longer remember what I DID see in him, so I just shrugged.

That must have been a good enough answer because she changed the subject. “Where are we on the DeCastro case?”

“When we got to the address yesterday the place was practically empty. There weren’t any papers or files and they took the computer. But, whoever had been there couldn’t have been gone for long because the coffee pot was still hot. We think they may have been tipped off we were coming. Detectives Northman and Herveaux are looking into the people on their end that knew the search was going to happen. Besides you, me, and the judge, Octavia Fant was the only other person that knew we got the warrant. Do you think it could have been her?”

Pam thought for a moment before responding, “Mrs. Fant has been the court clerk for years, but nothing surprises me anymore. Check her phone and bank records to see if there’s anything that looks out of place.”

“Okay. The police dusted for fingerprints so hopefully they’re in the system. I’m working on tracking down the owner of the company too.”

Nodding, Pam said, “I’m in court again today, so let me know if you find out anything”, and with that she walked out the door.

Three hours later I had checked into Octavia’s work and cell phone records as well as her bank statements. The only calls she made or received yesterday were from various lawyers or law firms and her bank accounts had shown nothing out of the ordinary. I ruled her out for now.

I tracked down the owner of the strip mall to get the information for the lease agreement for EEE. He said he had never met the owner and had only dealt with him on the phone. He said his name was Mr. Smith, how original. The lease agreement had been faxed to and from a number that I traced back to a Staples store in Monroe while I had him on the phone, and they had paid their monthly rent with money orders they mailed to the building owner.

I was feeling this was turning out to be a dead end when he said he had stopped into their store one day while checking on the building and had met the secretary. All he could remember was that she was a white female with long brown hair and her name was Frannie.

Finally! We at least had a first name. I was about to call Eric with the good news when my phone rang.

“Is this my girlfriend?” I could hear the smile in his voice.

I laughed. “That depends, is this my boyfriend?”

“It is indeed lover. How’s your day so far?” I admit, a shiver went down my spine when he said lover.

“Better now.” Just hearing his voice made me melt inside.

“Was it not going well before I called?”

“No, it’s fine. I just had a little run in with my ex this morning, but it was nothing. I was just about to call you.” I told him about checking into Octavia and he agreed that we should rule her out for now. Then I filled him in on what the building owner had told me about Frannie. “Finally, we have somethiing to work with.”

“A first name is a start. If we get any hits on the fingerprints we found maybe her’s will be in the system. Now, back to your ex. What happened?”

I couldn’t blame him for asking knowing I would want to know too. “He was just spouting off some nonsense that he thought he and I were still together. I let him know definitively that he and I were NOT together.”

I could hear him let out a little huff before saying, “Do you want me to talk to him?” He sounded a little too excited at the idea of it.

“I don’t think that’s necessary. He’s knows where I stand on the subject.” The last thing I wanted was a pissing contest.

“Okay. But if you change your mind just let me know.” He sounded like he hoped I would. “So, are we still on for tonight?”

Smiling at the thought of what his reaction would be to what I planned on wearing I said, “Absolutely!”

“I have to be there by 7, so I’ll pick you up around 6:30?”, he paused and then added, “It probably won’t be over until 11 or so. Do you want to bring a change of clothes and just stay at my place again?”

My cheeks were hurting from the grin on my face. “Okay. I’ll see you around 6:30.”

The rest of the day flew by and before I knew it the clock said it was nearly 5. I raced home and tore my clothes off before jumping in the shower. After I scrubbed myself from head to toe and shaved my legs smooth, I dried off and slathered on some lotion placing dabs of perfume in strategic areas on my body. I put on my lacy red strapless bra and the matching thong before throwing some ‘work clothes’ into a bag. I applied my make-up using a bit more than I normally wear in the daytime and dried and curled my hair into loose ringlets. I loosely pinned up the sides of my hair at the crown of my head using an antique silver hairpin that had been my Gran’s. Seeing it made me think of her. I wondered what she would’ve thought of Eric. I had no doubt she would’ve loved him.

Walking back into my bedroom I took out the dress I planned on wearing. I had bought it a year ago. I had no place to wear it at the time, but I loved it so much when I saw it I had bought it anyway. It was a deep blood red satin strapless gown with a darker red lace overlay with roses woven into the lace. The neckline was rounded over my breasts with a slight v in between them and it hugged my body all the way to a slight flare at my hips. The hem reached the floor and flared out some in the back with a slit that ran up the left side all the way to nearly the top of my thigh showing off my tanned skin when I walked.

I had just put in Gran’s diamond stud earrings when the doorbell rang. Slipping into my red “fuck me” heels I walked to the foyer and opened my front door.

Guh. Eric was standing there in what had to be the sexiest uniform ever. He had on a black jacket that ended just below his hips with brass buttons running down the front and two on each cuff. There were gold braided caps on each shoulder and gold insignia depicting his rank on each lapel. A white braided rope attached to his right shoulder and wound itself underneath his arm to the underside of his right lapel with the brass tipped rope ends dangling on the right side of his chest. A black leather strap ran diagonally across his chest over his left shoulder attached to the black and gold belt that cinched across his waist over the jacket. His gold badge gleamed where it sat on his left side over his heart. He wore a white collared dress shirt and white tie underneath and black slacks with gold braiding down the outer seams with shiny black dress shoes. His hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck and hung slightly over the back of his collar. White gloves on his hands completed the look.

I had no words. I couldn’t even close my mouth. It took a moment to register the look on his face before I could finally make a noise. It turned out to be laughter, because he was looking at me with what had to be my identical expression.

“Sookie, you look stunning,” he finally offered.

“As do you.” All I wanted to do was pull him into my bedroom and do very dirty things to him. I wondered idly if he had handcuffs under that jacket somewhere.

We stood there staring at each other some more before he leaned forward and placed a tender kiss on my lips. “We should get going before I lose my willpower and have my way with you.” His voice came out in a hoarse whisper that I felt between my legs.

I took a deep breath to clear my head of lustful thoughts and grabbed my bag. “Ready!” He could take it however he wanted to because while I was ready to go I was also ready for him to have his way with me.

Him reaching for my bag let me know which way he took it so I followed him out locking my door on the way.

When we got down to the street I saw him pop the trunk on a cherry red corvette and place my bag inside. It only occurred to me then that I had never seen him drive anything but his police car. I chuckled as he opened the door and helped me into the car as gracefully as possible with the dress I was wearing. Getting in on the driver’s side he turned to me and asked, “What’s so funny lover?”

I chuckled some more responding, “Nothing. I just had no idea you drove this kind of car.”

“And what’s so funny about me driving ‘this kind of car’?”

“It’s just that old cliche about men and little red sports cars. They’re either going through a midlife crisis or they’re ovecompensating for feeling ‘inadequate’.” I made a very pointed look to his crotch which was covered by that damn jacket.

“Well, I’m only 30 so it can’t be a midlife crisis,” he said with a questioning lilt to his voice.

I added, “And you’re certainly adequate.” I could tell by the look on his face he didn’t appreciate that answer. Reaching over he took my left hand and placed it on his right thigh, slowly pushing it further up his leg until my hand rested on his…adequacy.

“You call this adequate?” he challenged.

I ran my hand up and down the growing bulge in between his legs while looking him in the eyes. I could feel my heartbeat thundering in my chest and all I wanted to do was rip his clothes off right then and there. Eventually I removed my hand from his ‘definitely more than adequate’ whatever he wanted to call it and took a deep breath.

“I spoke in haste. You’re certainly MORE than adequate. I’d say you’re a…’gracious plenty’?”

The lopsided grin I liked so much came on his face and said, “I can live with that.” Turning towards the steering wheel he started the car and we sped off into the night.


2 comments on “Mine

  1. kleannhouse says:

    ohh the nickname has arrived….

  2. gwynwyvar says:

    Frannie. Quinns sister?
    And Bill is a computer tech isn’t he?

    Hmm. Mayhap he is more than just a useless Douchbag!

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