Cole Whittaker: A Short Story

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Despite the tension wracking his muscles and the huskiness of his voice, the agent's gaze was unwavering as he asked Valentina to leave him in peace. His eyes remained locked on hers, staring straight back and meeting the challenge in her own. He wasn't going to look away first and, truth be told, he didn't want to look elsewhere. As much as that expression had put him on edge, there was an allure to it as well. An allure to Valentina Rossi; not the type of women to take a backward step, or to be intimidated by Cole Whittaker? Most were intimidated merely by his badge and profession.

He continued to stare, his fingers relaxing slightly on the liquor tumbler as he felt some give in the glass and instinctively knew it was about to shatter. …show more content…

"Oh well, we can't always get what we wish for, Valentina." Forcing a smile, Whittaker took a deep breath and composed himself as she approached. She stepped up, body only inches apart and he could smell her scent, the tension rising in him again. Cole stood with a smirk on his face, eyebrow cock, and met her intense gaze. Her words were just as intense, and despite his lack of obvious reaction, they affected him more than she'd know, causing a stirring in his groin. “And, to your earlier question… the one about Curic… No, I don’t like bad boy assholes. I like men. Powerful, strong, dangerous men capable of handling every bite, and scratch, that I can give him." Was she talking about him? Taunting him again. Maybe he should just give the bitch what she wanted, throw her against the wall, rip off her clothes and fuck Valentina Rossi into …show more content…

Way to ensure Curic walks.

He itched to grab hold of her and get her out of his personal space. Or to slap her, and see the expression on her face. Thankfully Valentina moved before he did either. "Good luck finding him. Men like that don't grow on trees." He forced a beaming smile, which dissipated with Valentina's next words.

“Thank you, for seeing more than… well, what everyone else sees.

That left Cole speechless. Too busy trying to interpret it's meaning to be able to respond, she left him standing there. When the door to the upstairs bedroom closed, he remained where he was, and stared up at it for a full minute before he moved. "Fuck." After he banged his fist on the table, Cole poured yet another drink, and returned to the window. He found the darkness of the night soothing as he replayed the scene with Valentina in his head.

What had it meant?

Nothing.

Simply a game of cat and mouse between two strong personalities. Forced together, each just wanted to stake out their

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