"What the fuck?" your husband splutters as he turns to face the intrusion.
"Everyone stay exactly where they are," Dean shouts. "We suspect that a jewel thief is in this room."
Ignoring the Inspector's instructions your husband strides forward to accost the policeman. You trail along in his wake, curious to see how this confrontation will turn out.
"Just what the hell do you think you are playing at?" your husband snarls at Dean. "This is my fucking wedding reception."
The Inspector motions his men to cover the exits and faces your angry spouse.
"You'd better simmer down sir," Dean says. "Or I'll be forced to charge you with hindering an investigation."
You take position just behind your husband and take the opportunity to get a good look at the detective assigned to your case. Dean stands a couple of inches over six foot and probably weighs in at 220 pounds of solid muscle. His blonde hair is cut in a crew cut. A strong chin and cool grey eyes are the most prominent features of the handsome cop. You can't help but wonder if Dean is as impressive naked as he is clothed.
One of your husband's guests pushes forward and strides purposefully up to the Inspector.
"Inspector Dean, explain your actions this instant," he orders.
"Commissioner!" Dean gasps in surprise as he recognises the guest. "I apologize sir. I had no idea you were here. There was a robbery at the city museum. The green eye has been stolen and the thief escaped into this hotel."
"Is that so?" the Commissioner replies. "And what exactly does the man you're looking for look like?"
"Woman, sir," Dean corrects. "The thief was most definitely a woman. She wore a skimask so I can't recognise her face.
"She's young, extremely athletic and tall," Dean's gaze drifts across to you as he speaks and his piercing grey eyes send a delicious shiver through your loins. "Yes, very athletic with the figure of a model."
The Commissioner motions the security man forward.
"Did any woman matching that description enter in the last half hour?" he asks the security man.
"No Sir," the man replies. "I wouldn't have missed anyone matching that description coming through the doors."
"Satisfied?" your husband sneers at the detective. "Only those with exclusive invites could make it through the security I've hired. If you're quite finished making a fool of yourself, I'll ask you to leave and allow myself and the Lady to return to our guests."
Dean appears not to hear the blunt dismissal. "Attractive boots you're wearing Lady ."
The statement catches everyone by surprise and there's an audible intake of breath from the guests around you. The police Commissioner's face begins to redden as he struggles to control his temper at the Inspector's impertinance.
"My wife's boots?" your husband splutters increduously. "Are you completely insane? You're asked to leave and now you want to make small talk about exclusive Italian footwear?"
"Exclusive are they?" Dean muses. "Funny, but I saw a pair just like that only twenty minutes ago."
"Inspector Dean, you will exit this function immediately and confine your search to other areas of the hotel," the Commissioner fumes. "I expect a full written apology to this couple and a full explaination of your outrageous behaviour."
"Much as it must thrill my wife to have her legs leered at by the lower classes I'll return to my reception," your husband snarls and holds his arm out towards you.
You allow yourself to be led back into the crowd and can feel Dean's eyes on your back as you go. The Commissioner meanwhile has launched into a full throated tirade at the Inspector, publically reprimanding his subordinate. |