Several of which I’d seen. And touched.
And kissed.
And licked.
And… What was I doing? I fanned my face, shoving the lurid images from my mind. Although I had to admit he was damn good in bed. Out of bed.
In the kitchen.
In the shower.
“Yuck.” We certainly had enjoyed ourselves the night before, almost wrecking the kitchen in the process. Nope. I was done with playing friends with benefits.
When at least five additional minutes had passed, I was just about to climb out and see what the holdup was, realizing he hadn’t even questioned me on the fact I wasn’t listed on the registration.
Something was wrong.
With my fingers wrapped around the handle, I started to open the door when I noticed the officer had climbed out and was sauntering in my direction, taking his sweet time to do so. I had a very bad feeling about this.
“Ms. Blair,” he said curtly.
“Yes?”
“There seems to be an issue with the situation.”
The situation. “As I told you, this is my fiancé’s car and we haven’t added me to the title yet.”
“Yes, well, your story needs to be confirmed. That shouldn’t take much longer. Just remain inside the vehicle.”
“Am I getting a ticket?”
“We’ll see.”
We’ll see. Did he just say that to me?
Oh, dear God. What was he doing, getting a supervisor? Great. With my luck, Christian had buddies on the police force. I did not need to deal with this.
But I had no other choice.
I thought about calling Donovan again, but the last thing I needed to do was to get into another argument. Which was exactly what would happen.
Still, after another three or four minutes, my nerves were getting the best of me. What was going on?
Now I was becoming angry, enough that I had a terrible feeling I wasn’t going to be able to keep my mouth shut. After closing my eyes, I did what I could to control my breathing and the rage.Breathe. Just breathe.
I fanned my face, glancing at my phone. Maybe I should call Christian. At least he could tell them I was allowed to drive the car. Oh, right. Now I really was out of my mind. He’d laugh then likely tell the officer to allow me to spend a little while behind bars.
Just to cool off.
No, thank you.
I certainly wasn’t going to play into that. Easing back, I closed my eyes but only briefly as images of his naked body flowed into the forefront of my brain. I was obviously intoxicated from passion.
Another three minutes and my patience was toast. Without thinking about the consequences, I stepped out, thankful I hadn’t been on the highway, able to pull off on to a side street.
I pressed my hands down the front of my jeans and headed for the cop, who was sequestered in his vehicle not paying any attention. At least until I was a few feet away. Suddenly, he jerked from the vehicle, throwing his arm out, his jaw clenched.
“I told you to remain in your vehicle.”
