Chapter 8
Chelsie
Joe’s question haunted Chelsie the remainder of her shift. His underlying meaning hadn’t been lost on her. Up until she ran into him at the police station, she had been perfectly content with her nonexistent s*x life. Now she found herself ravenous for a man’s touch. Not just any man would do though, she wanted Joe.
Much to her dismay and joy, he had ended up working every night that she had been working for the remainder of her night shifts. Every chance they got to be alone, he would torment her with his words and tease her with the closeness of his body. By the time shift change happened on her last midnight, Chelsie felt like she would spontaneously combust if Joe so much as ran a finger down her arm. Somehow he had managed to make her crave him like an alcoholic c
