Don't You Forget About Me

And I'm not really that pretty." He sipped his coffee. "I'd have to argue with that," he said. "I think you're fantastic-looking. That hair really does something to me." A month before and Diane would have blushed. Now she only gave him a steady look. "It does," she said. "Yeah," he said. "It makes me want to forget about duty, for a little while." Diane smiled. She studied the young officer's face. He was strong-looking, and she wondered what he would be like in bed. She knew he would be good. She thought herself crazy thinking about sex so soon after the good workout yesterday, but she couldn't help it. She bent her head to sip her coffee and she knew he was looking down the front of her gown. When she looked back at him he made no pretense of hiding where he was looking. "Why don't you forget about duty?" she asked him. "Just for a little while." Officer Davies started to look a little uncomfortable. "How old are you?" he asked. "Old enough," she said softly. "When are your parents due home?" "They won't be home for hours," Diane said. "They make a day out of it." "Well," he said softly. "Why don't we go upstairs and find your bedroom." "It's not hard to find," she said ...»