“It’s been almost twenty minutes. If you’re going to give me a ticket, then please go ahead and do so. I have a meeting with my brother I can’t miss.” I don’t know why I was bothering. The officer didn’t care as he was simply doing his job, but that didn’t mean I shouldn’t be told what in the hell was going on.
“Get back in your vehicle.”
I opened my mouth to retort when a car swung around the corner at a fast rate of speed, slowing down as it neared where we were parked.
As soon as it was close, I planted both hands on my hips. “Really? You called Christian Elliot?”
Now the officer decided to grin like this was some big joke.
“Let me guess. You’re friends.”
He didn’t answer, but he didn’t need to. As Christian climbed out, looking as suave as I’d remembered, even taking the time to button his suit jacket, I backed away to the Ferrari, easing against the back with my legs crossed. This should be good.
The two of them chatted, laughing together like they were the dearest of friends, continuing their banter as they walked closer to me.
Suddenly, the officer stopped smiling, developing the hard-ass expression he’d worn before.
“Mr. Elliot, this woman, Ms. Blair insists she’s your fiancée. Is that true?”
Very slowly Christian turned his head, taking his sweet time to lift his sunglasses. My lord, he had a wicked smile on his face, loving every minute of this.
I yanked hair behind my ear, shaking my head as I tried to keep from showing him how annoyed I was.
He sauntered closer, giving me a hard onceover. “Yes, she is. And I’m a very lucky man.”
“So she’s allowed to drive your prized Ferrari,” the officer chided.
“Well, I admit that I’m shocked she made the selection she did and well, technically I didn’t give her permission.”
Permission. As if I was the sixteen-year-old who’d just gotten her license begging Daddy to let her take the car out with her friends. “Cut the crap, Christian. I preferred the sports car to the boring, bland old Mercedes. I didn’t think you’d mind since Iamthe love of your life. Or so you told me when you were… fucking me last night.”
The officer coughed, even having the decency to turn a shade of blush rose for a few seconds.
Christian cocked his head, his combination of amusement and annoyance evident. Maybe I did like this game after all.
He one-upped me by walking closer, pressing his fingers against my face, caressing my skin before tugging hair behind my ear. Just like I did when I was nervous. Damn him for noticing.
“Yes, well, two entirely different things. I didn’t think you could handle the… power.”
“Mmmm… Oh, I think you know I can handle just about anything.”
“What’s the verdict, Mr. Elliot? Should I arrest her? Maybe a little time in the slammer will teach her a lesson.”
I snapped my head in the officer’s direction. “I’d be careful if I were you, Officer…” I glanced at his nametag and badge number. “Officer Bailey. Christian will tell you that I’m a wildcat, which means I do bite.”
“Mmm… I can attest to that,” Christian admitted. “Don’t worry about disciplining her, Greg. I’ll take it from here.”
“Alright, sir. If you say so. We on for the usual poker next Friday?”
“I’ll have to see if the lady of the house objects.” Christian was grinning from ear to ear.
“Just let me know. Drive more carefully, Ms. Blair. Watch your speed. Good luck with her, buddy. You have your hands full.”
“Tell me about it.” Christian shoved his hands into his pockets and we remained quiet until his buddy left. “You just had to defy me. Didn’t you?”
“I don’t like being told what to do. That’s something you’ll become very accustomed to.”
“Then I guess punishments will be something you’ll get very used to.” He inched even closer, enjoying himself to the point I was exhausted from bantering.
