Trade Part 4
“Yes, she’s sitting here fondling it. You can come and get if you like, we just got back from the gym so pop in.” And with that Elliot hung up the phone.
Alex POV: I bet she just dropped it like a hot coal. Fondling, eh? Now now, get back in check we don’t need to start the day with smutty thoughts. God damn.
I walk in to be met by white running shorts filled out with muscular thighs and being held in place by a tremendous butt. She couldn’t see me but I had such great view watching her poke around in her locker. I eyed the sweat glistening all over her body and figured that I could induce something like that given half a chance. I kept looking at the toned olive legs and then she turned around. A blue bandana kept the sweat from touching her face and the old NYPD shirt was nearly covered with sweat although I could see she was starting to cool down. I tried hard not to look at her chest, but it was just right there and they were encouraging me to look.
My glance was broken by her handing me my pen and making small talk about the case they had pulled. I unconsciously licked my lips and my eyes just wouldn’t keep away from her chest. Jesus Christ she is cooling down.....quickly, her body was letting me know that its core temperature was dropping obviously at a somewhat rapid rate. Knock it off fool she’s straight and not interested. Cassidy, Cassidy, Cassidy.
I walked into her personal space. “Thanks for looking after the pen, sounds like it was well taken care of,” I said, then strolled away thinking that I want to come back as an old NYPD shirt in another life.
Olivia’s POV: God Im freezing what took her so damn long to get here? Shit it was worth it though - these legs in white shorts? Gets them everytime.