She was ready with her apology, but when she opened the front door she was stunned to see Bob, police uniform and all, standing on her porch.She was ready with her apology, but when she opened the front door she was stunned to see Bob, police uniform and all, standing on her porch. He flashed an easy, casual smile. "Sorry if I frightened you, Janet." "Oh, no, that's all right," she said quickly. "I wasn't expecting you, that's all." "Yeah, I can see that," he replied with a grin. "Gonna invite me in, or do you plan to keep me out here and have the neighbors wonder what a cop is doing on your doorstep?" She laughed awkwardly and ushered him inside. She struggled to hold the folds of her suit together, trying to hide her tits from his view. "No need to be modest with me," he said with a smirk. "You and I are beyond that point, remember? Besides, the police are your friends. We're still friends, aren't we, Janet?" "Sure, Bob," she said nervously. "Let me fix us a drink." As she headed for the kitchen, Janet decided that it was his dark sunglasses as well as the uniform that was unnerving her. He was certainly an imposing presence, but there was something about his general manner that also disturbed her. She couldn't quite put a finger on it but she did not have the carefree, sexy feeling she had figured she'd have when she and Bob were finally alone together again. Her hands shook when she poured him some whisky over a couple of ice cubes. She handed him the drink and stepped away from him, anxious to distance herself from him. "I'm glad to see you don't object to my drinking while on duty," he said. "Oh, sorry," she responded. "I didn't think. I wouldn't want you to break any rules, or to get into any trouble." He gulped his drink, then stepped across the room to her, his lips curved as he approached. "What's the matter, baby?" he asked. |