By the time an infuriated and completely drenched Cory had reached her office, she knew she hated the police more than ever. She hated the rain more than ever. And she couldn’t stop thinking about second lieutenant Adrian Mendez.
She was exhausted. She felt like she had just fought a war with her near fracas at the station. She felt battered and abused. Not physically, but her ego had taken a brutal beat down today. The only good thing that probably came out from all this was the lift she was offered by Adrian. Or was that such a good thing?
Although she didn’t really bank on his promise to look into the matter for her, nevertheless Cory still hoped. She needed to deal with the insurance company and bank next. This was going to be an all-out war but she wasn’t scared. She never backed down from a battle. Her sharp tongue and quick wit always got her out of tough situations.
Thoughts of Adrian filled her head all afternoon. She still didn’t know why she acted like such a fool and darted out of the man’s vehicle. He was only trying for her to see his point, after all. Cory felt like something had really clicked between them though. She blushed as she remembered her body being completed turned on by him. She was curious to find out what else he was capable of doing to her.
Maybe she needed a man like Adrian to help her relieve some of life’s stresses, she pondered. She hadn’t noticed a ring on his finger. Then again, the military men on this island always secretly or otherwise wore more than one woman on their arms at any given time.
Still, Cory couldn’t remember the last time any man had her this much flustered.
Precisely three days after her encounter with Adrian, Cory received a telephone call from a Sergeant Jones while finishing a quick lunch in her office.
“Ma’am, I have some good news for you.”
“And what’s that exactly?” Cory started to feel hopeful.
“We found your car.”
“Really? Where?” asked a now-excited Cory.
“In Guanapo.”
Guanapo? From Cory’s quick geographic recollection of the island, Guanapo was a tiny but heavily forested village in the east. “Is it still in one piece?” she asked just to make sure.
“Yes, ma’am, it is.”
“Excellent! So when can I come for my car?” she asked. Cory was wasting no more time with this. Not having her car for almost a week now was killing her physically and mentally.
“Well, it has to go to forensics to get checked out.”
“Forensics? Why?”
“That’s just standard procedure to see if anything was tampered with in the vehicle.”
“Okay.”
“Well, how about I give you a call by Thursday, then.”
“Sounds great. Thanks, Sergeant,” and Cory ended the call.
“Yessss!” she screamed ecstatically in the confines of her office and swiveled merrily in her chair. It was only when she got up to do a little erotic gyration of her hips did Cory notice her boss standing in the doorway.
“Is everything okay in here?” Javier enquired in his sexy Spanish accent–the only thing he had going for him, apparently.
“Everything is fine,” a caught off-guard Cory quickly responded.
“Good. I need this back by three.” Javier proceeded to drop a stack of visibility reports on her desk before making a quick exit.
“Idiot,” Cory muttered under her breath once he was safely out of earshot. But not even Javier could spoil her mood right now. She couldn’t believe it. The police had finally done their jobs after all. And all it took were a little melodrama, her acting all gangsta, screaming her head off, and shedding a few tears in the process. But that was beside the point now, she was thankful to be getting her car back.
Cory couldn’t help but wonder if Adrian had anything to do with this. He had promised that he’d look into it for her. Not that she was really expecting him to do anything. Why would he, anyway? Certainly not after the way she had acted and rudely bolted the other day. She had wanted to ask Sergeant Jones this but held her tongue after thinking that it might seem inappropriate. Cory immediately called Jay to tell him the good news.
• • •
Sure enough, when Thursday finally came around Sergeant Jones called and insisted she ask for him directly when she arrived. After what had transpired the last time, Cory wasn’t taking any chances. She didn’t want a repeat, so she asked Jay to remain with her.
They walked into the station a little after noon and she was in a really good mood — up until she spotted Stewart intently staring her down. This time, he didn’t say a word to her. Cory was thankful he didn’t because she would have definitely gotten arrested today. Instead, she walked up to a female officer and asked for Sergeant Jones.
She couldn’t believe the swiftness with which they were all moving today. It was like a totally new police force altogether. Right away she and Jay were led to Sergeant Jones’s office. When she entered, she was met by a very jovial man.
“Ah, Miss Phillips. Come in, come in,” he said with a smile, ushering her in with a handshake and giving Jay a pleasant nod. Cory couldn’t believe she was receiving all this royal treatment.
Her wardrobe was carefully chosen as was her norm, but for today, it was extra-special, just in case she ran into a particular second lieutenant again. She had looked a bit of a frazzled disaster when Adrian had given her a lift last time. She didn’t want a repeat of that fiasco, either.
She was wearing a burnt orange blouse with a plunging neckline. This was neatly tucked into her slim brown pencil skirt ending above her knees. Her outfit was complemented by four-inch brown pumps. Her attention-grabbing ensemble definitely accentuated her vivacious curves, from her full bosom to her tiny waist, wide hips, and shapely calves.
Sergeant Jones spoke to her briefly before leading her and Jay outside. They headed over to where her car was. Cory breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that it really was in a good condition still. When she was told that she was free to go with it, only then did Jay leave.
This went well, Cory breathed. She had only spent about fifteen minutes in total here. A world record, perhaps? As she started her car, Cory mustered enough courage to ask Jones, “By the way, is Second Lieutenant Mendez around?”
“No, my dear,” Jones replied. “Mendez isn’t based here.”
“Oh.” Cory felt disappointed when she heard this. It probably showed all over her face because Jones said, with a hint of mischief in his voice, “He’s over at the base.”
Cory didn’t know what the mischief was all about — all she wanted was to find Adrian and apologize. “So where exactly is this base located?”