“Just a few Slippery Meows.”
“Do you think this is some sort of joke?” He sounded so pissed.
“What? No. That was the name of the drink I had.”
“So you have been drinking?”
“A little…”Fantastic. Add drunk and disorderly to the charges.I steadied myself and continued to the back of the car. The cold metal of the Ferrari stung my palms as I bent over and spread my legs like people do in movies.Is this what he wanted?It was a bit of a seductive pose. I definitely didn’t want him to think I was trying to bride him with my body again. Once had been quite enough.
“Are you carrying any sharp objects?”
“No.”
He stepped towards me and holstered his flashlight. “I’m going to pat you down. Unless you want to end up flat on the pavement, don’t make any sudden movements.”
He started at my ankles and slowly traced his rough hands up my legs. And up. And up some more. His fingers dipped just under the hem of my skirt.
I shifted a bit under his touch.What is he doing?!Showing him my tits hadn’t been an invitation for him to feel me up.
But maybe he’d taken it that way.
He stopped just beneath my ass and then pulled back, continuing the pat-down over my clothes. He slid his hands along the curve of my hips and up to my breasts.
Is he supposed to grab them like this?
It felt a bit inappropriate. But I was more worried about what was going to happen next. Because he was inches away from my armpits, and they were extraordinarily soupy. If he touched them, there was a high probability that he’d either vomit all over me or arrest me for just being a disgusting sweat beast.
Luckily for both of us, he avoided my pits and arms all together. Which kind of made sense given that they were completely exposed in my strapless dress. Although my legs were exposed too, and he had certainly given them a thorough search.Pervert.
He pushed his radio call button. “Dispatch, this is Officer Foxtrot India 842. I’ve got a 10-99 at my location. Requesting backup. Over.”
Backup?!My heartbeat increased even more.And what’s a 10-99?
He grabbed my arms and pulled them behind my back. I chill went down my spine as he snapped the cold metal cuffs onto my wrists.
“Why are you cuffing me?” I asked. “What’s going on?”
“You’re a known associate of Mr. Halifax. I’m taking you in.”
“In…to prison?”No! This can’t be happening. I turned to him to try to plead my case. And for the first time, I got a good look at his face. Most of it was obscured by his big lumberjack beard, but I still recognized him.
“Dr. Lyons?” I gasped.
“That’s Officer Ironside to you.”
Oh right.I’d forgotten that Flint Ironside was his Society name. I laughed. Partially at the ridiculousness of his name, but mainly just because I was nervous to see him again. I hadn’t seen him in months. Not since I ghosted him after we cheated on each other with each other. Incident #5 would always haunt me. And now I’d welcomed Dr. Lyons back into my life by showing him my tits.I really should be arrested.
But honestly…given how our relationship had gone thus far, that somehow felt appropriate.
“Is something funny?” he asked, staying perfectly in character.
I checked to make sure Cole wasn’t watching and then lowered my voice to a barely audible whisper. “Seriously, this wasawesome. Cole was totally freaking out. But can you take these handcuffs off me? They’re a little tight.”
“I will not take your handcuffs off. And your boyfriend should be freaking out. Because I’m about to bend you over his car and fuck you with my nightstick.”
My eyes got big. What was he talking about?! This wasnotpart of the prank!
Damn it, Chastity!I suddenly got a horrible feeling that she’d told Dr. Lyons about my desire for him to be a bad boy in the bedroom.
