Knockout! A Passionate Police Romance by Emma Calin Read Free Book Online

than being overdressed except perhaps being underdressed and disappointing him. Looking at the photos on his fan website, most of the girls around him wore next to nothing. She showered, thankful that her legs had just been waxed. She rejected any kind of trouser suit. He had not seen her legs and she knew that they were long tanned and shapely. Her size 14 was full and womanly and she was at ease with her body. Her skin was creamy and clear, her hair was raven black, shiny and her eyes gray blue and bright.
    She thought to phone Judy for a chat about her dress but decided against it. The poor girl would have enough to do. Finally she selected a purple bias cut satin knee length dress. The shoes were a worry. Would they be dancing? She opted for her silver satin sandals with a bow and medium heels. She chose her sexiest underwear and imagined him slipping it off. She ran her hand down her own forearm as if it were his hand. Sure, she had been very attracted to a man before, had imagined love and had synthesized it so as at least to enter that lovers club where they churned out your sing-along song. But she had never loved, had never been prepared to risk and surrender. Now something inside her was pushing up like a bloom in spring because it was its season and it couldn’t stop. It was coming and there was no escape from the beauty and suffering of love.
    Hurriedly she dashed around the flat making sure that there was nothing to reveal her real life, just in case, just in the impossible case of him coming there. Tonight she would have to tell him everything or there could be no future. Probably there could be no future anyway.
    She waited at the Queens Park tube station, looking up and down the street that any criminal would have recognized as the manner of a cop. She stepped back and tried to relax. Late homecoming workers pushed almost blindly out into the street. A group of boys in hoods waited in the entrance smoking and spitting. One of them looked across at her and said something to his mates. There was a chorus of brash laughter and they all turned to face her, looking her up and down. Despite all she knew she felt uneasy and threatened. If this went on for a couple of minutes things could go very wrong indeed. Mentally she rehearsed a focused karate chop with the side of her hand up under the nose of an attacker. This was not what she had wanted. Why had she been so coy and not just given him her address?
    A black Cadillac Stretch limo pulled into the curb. She watched the boys plant their eyes on it. Freddie stepped out from the back and held the door open.
    “Madame... I am lost in the big city... you can ‘elp me perhaps?” He said in his pantomime French accent. She went to the car as he took a step towards the hooded boys. No one met his gaze. He was about 6 feet 3 inches, 200 lbs and had total self assurance. If even she had felt the heat of his presence, these kids were about to get burned. In a second they had glanced at each other and had gone. He stepped back into the car and sat beside her. “Maybe they were rude kids?” He commented. “They have not so many chances in life perhaps.”
    He looked fantastic in a deep blue casual jacket, open neck striped blue shirt and black pleated trousers that fitted tightly around his honed waist and buttocks. She settled down into the sumptuous red leather of the Cadillac. The in car music system played a gentle piano sonata.
    “I’m so happy you could meet me.” He said softly, picking up her hand as if he simply could, as if he had that automatic power. She smiled acknowledging her assent. She let the mood of the music relax her as the huge vehicle cruised smoothly across London. He kept her hand, stroking each of her fingers tenderly with his powerful hands as if he was mapping every fold of her. She felt as if she were a precious object that he was gently exploring. She wanted to speak. There was so much that had to be said but the mood and his presence