Believe me now!

Chapter 8 Seraphina remembers being 16 again.

John Beard finally heard from Jason Blaze. He had let him know that the sting operation had fallen apart when he was deep inside that tunnel and barely escaped with his life

"I decided to lay low to try and protect the operation. I didn't want anyone to see me coming back to the station, in case there was any integrity left to this sting operation."

John sneered, "You did the right thing Blaze. I expect to see you come in this week, today preferably- so that we can debrief you,( he wanted to be sure that Blaze was telling the truth)well done officer Blaze."

He hung up the line. Seraphina smiled and nodded, " He bought it, what did I tell you?"

Blaze got dressed in his cop stuff. He wore a button down shirt, brown dress pants and his black loafers. He put his holster on his shoulder and strapped his gun in with a click.

He turned to Sera. "Make yourself at home, but "...He looked at her then, "look me in the eyes Seraphina." She looked at him her soft brown eyes, he noticed that she had small flecks of gold mixed in with the brown color now, she looked so bright- it was mesmerizing for him.

He shook his head as he had felt her drawing him in. He quietly said in his deep timber, "Seraphina, you can't leave the house, not even to go outside, just in case I'm being watched."

She nodded. He was being serious now. Things just got real. She stood up and hugged him, all rugged 6 foot 4 of him.

He drew her close. "Promise me." She promised. He turned quickly and went out the door. His pick up truck roared to life. She was all alone.

Sera put on some music now. She filled the tiny house with the loud base and guitar blazing. She turned her attention to cleaning this bachelor pad of a house.

She threw all of the sheets into the washer and swept the floor, dancing around. She was loving being alone. She felt free today. She worked all morning until the afternoon.

She sat down and looked at her phone. Landen might still be asleep, working late nights at the radio station-but she decide to send him a text anyway.

Hey you? are you up yet, I'm dying to talk.

He didn't respond. Sera was bored now. The house was sparkling. The music slowed down.

She looked in the fridge. Just ketchup and mustard. A jar of pickles. She pulled open the freezer door. She found a bottle of Vodka. "Nice." Sera was never a day drinker before.

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She started to feel like a caged bird. When was Blaze coming back? She had expected a call, a text with a thumbs up imoge or something. She mixed the vodka with a little soda and ice. She went to the -now shiney clean bathroom. It had subway tiles and a large claw foot bath tub.

.She pulled out some towels from the dryer and started a bath in that huge tub. She spilled some dish soap under the hot flow of the water. Soft bubbles started to form.

She lit a small candle that she'd found in the bathroom and turned off the lights. The warm glow of the flickering candle made her relax. She put on some slower romantic music.

One more drink, she poured straight Vodka and ice now, she ran out of soda. She danced provocatively to the music. Doing a little strip tease. Slowly removing her jeans, she slid them off over her thighs-followed by her white lacey panties.

Her toe nails were painted pink with the polish chipping off. She pulled her t-shirt up over her head and moved her hands behind her back to unstrapped her white lacey bra, it dropped to the floor in a puddle with the rest of her clothing.

She looked like a Victoria secrets model. Her waist was thin, long legs and full perky breasts.

Sometimes when she was stressed, she tried to shut everything down, her mind, her body, and her soul.

She sipped her drink as small cool trickles of water dripped off of the side of the glass, contrasting with the hot bath.

She put a toe in, it was very warm. She held her glass up as she slowly sat down, settling in with bubbles surrounding her. She took a sip and sank deeper into the water. She was feeling no pain.

She let her mind wander to her past. She had felt small tendrils of arousement laying in the warm tub, feeling the bubbles wash over her n*****s.

The candle flickered. She slowly washed her skin, lathering up and rinsing off. She took one last swallow of her cool drink and set the glass on the floor, her long lashes fluttered slowly as she closed her eyes.

She felt the heat of the water, she was so deep in a warm puddle of relaxation. She started to think of Jason Blaze.

Sera remembered thinking about him the first time that she found her intimate spot, she was about 16 then. She would think of his long lean body. Imagining it up next to hers. She felt herself get warm just thinking about it. She had never felt a man inside her. She had read that it was painful and that she might bleed afterwards. All of these things were in her head when she slowly touched her self.

She wondered what it would be like to become a woman. Would she enjoy it. Would he like her- her body was more mature now, these years later. She still had a hard time believing that she was in his little house, somehow.

She felt her flat stomach and moved her hands down towards her sharp hip bones. She continued to explore her body. She wanted to know how his hands would feel on her. Sera closed her mind to anything else. She never heard him enter the house.

Blaze took a look around, he called for her. She didn't answer. He smiled, seeing that his house was totally clean. All surfaces shiney and smelling like lemon pledge.

He removed his gun and placed it on top of the fridge, where he usually stored it when he was at home. He took off his shoes.

He went to the kitchen. Seeing the open bottle of Vodka, he poured himself a shot and slugged it back. He held both hands on the counter and shook his head from the sting of the cool liquor as it went down.

He had heard the soft music now coming from down the hallway. He saw the glow of a flickering candle under the door and heard little splashing of water. She's taking a bath.

Blaze felt compelled to move forward, he slowly turned the nob, it wasn't locked. He slipped in his bathroom. The sight that greeted him was an angel lying in his claw foot tub. Her eyes were closed. She hadn't noticed him yet.

He stood in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, he leaned against the wall and watched her. His mouth slightly open taking her all in.

Her legs were open and dangling over the side. She had one hand on her breast and the other was deep in the water. The bubbles covered over her like a blanket.

He turned around and shut the door slowly. He leaned his head back against the wall. Fighting the urge to pull her into his bed. He took a deep breath as he had heard her moan.

He stood there, secretly listening as she had finished.

He moved back down the hall to the kitchen and took another shot of vodka. He shook his head and grimaced. He was fighting going back down that hallway. He went to the front door and slammed it, calling out, "Hey Sera, I'm home!" He was deliberately loud.

He heard her now as she moved down the hallway towards him. She was drunk. He saw her sway and hold the wall as she walked towards him, wrapped in one of his towels.

She saw him. He noticed the pink glow to her flesh."Hey, I'll be right out, I just took a little bathy-bath." She licked her lips, " I'll go get dressed." He nodded silently. He was fighting the demons inside him now. He badly wanted to follow her down that hallway.

He drained the bottle of Vodka. She was going to kill him with those sexy moves. She was so innocent that she wasn't even aware how much she was affecting him.

He groaned and turned his attention over to his job. He needed to cool off. He needed to slow his racing heart.