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was way too masculinely rough to be anyone’s model. He was a man’s man, with aggression oozing from him. He was the hot scruffy. Yet, his scruffiness was made even more alluring with dimples the size of manholes. A killer white smile illuminated a perfectly sculpted face that was the canvas for his godlike features, full tempting lips, and stunning mysterious eyes adorned with full lashes that I envied. He was hot, sexy, and, not just your typical hot or sexy, but the kind of hot that every mother wants her son to mature into. He was the kind of sexy that authors made up in steamy erotica.
    “Hey, c’mon now.” With that smile, those simple words sounded like romantic poetry that made my sex jump. “I told you to call me Brad.”
    Shit, I was nervous. I was shaking and stumbling over what clever words to say.
    But leave it to Sabrina to totally dominate the conversation with her overbearing charm and oozing confidence.
    “Well, hello there, Brad. I am Sabrina’s best friend. Why don’t I know you?”
    “He’s my dad’s friend,” I told Sabrina, who was staring dreamily into Brad’s eyes.
    I’m sure he didn’t mean to, but his eyes burned a seductive hole into Sabrina’s as he said, “You were speeding, young lady.”
    His chastisement became amusing as he allowed his smile and dimples to appear. I felt my sex twitch and twerk better than the moves that I was attempting earlier that day. Sabrina was barely able to catch her breath. Her usually powerful feminine approach had been conquered by this man’s essence.
    “I’m sorry,” was all that she could say.
    “Good thing Karrie’s your friend. She saved you from a ticket. Thank her.” Then he tapped the hood. “Slow down… Bye, Karrie. I won’t tell your dad that you’re riding around with a speed demon.”
    Just as quickly as his heavenly presence had consumed the air of the Benz, he was gone. We both turned to watch him slowly glide towards the squad car. He seemed to be walking slowly on purpose, teasing us with the sight of his perfect ass.
    Both Sabrina and I sat dazed, overwhelmed by his sex appeal and undeniable charm.
    “Mother of God, he’s gorg! Why have I never heard about him?”
    “I told you about my dad’s hot partner.”
    “You said ‘hot,’ not fucking to die for! Sheesh!”
    She turned the ignition with little to no strength. That is what Officer Brad Miller did to women - left them breathless, bewildered, and helpless.

Seven
    That day, in Sabrina’s car, I was so sure of the decision that I’d made.
    Then, there was no second guessing. Even if I wanted to change my mind, the requirement for a higher education in order to get a better job than ringing up combo meals convinced me that there really wasn’t another choice.
    Yet, after stepping out of the Benz and into my apartment, back into my reality, I wasn’t so sure anymore.
    For a week, I muddled over the idea. I weighed the pros and cons. I even tried to get Tyler’s opinion. Though I lied to him about the new “job,” telling him that it was a waitressing gig at a bar in Chicago, his lackadaisical response was no help.
    “Do what you gotta do, babe,” he answered as he stabbed at the baked chicken, that I wasn’t so sure tasted like my mother’s recipe, Tuesday night.
    “I don’t know,” I said with a sigh. “It’s downtown Chicago and it’s so late at night.”
    My yearning dough eyes met his forehead. He wasn’t even looking me in the eyes as he said, “If it will help, why not?”
    Inwardly, I sighed with disappointment. I wanted him to care. I wanted him to stop me. I wanted him to beg me to be his moral little girl, to remain working in this small town that we both only knew.
    When his eyes moved towards mine, my heart flickered with hope, anticipating the attention and the love that I would finally get from my boyfriend. “This chicken is kinda dry, babe.”
    I swallowed the urge to stab him in the eyes with my fork.
    “Are you hanging out