by J. L. Beck
“Personally I don’t think you’re any better Ryan.” I wasn’t going to put myself into another shitty relationship just to get out of a ticket.
His dark brown eyes darkened, “I’ve been known to whore around but I’m a better man now that I ever was. That’s your options kitten. You can take the date and be free of any charges or you can let me cuff you, put you in the back of my squad car, and haul your ass up to the jail. Your choice.” My teeth gritted together. He was arrogant, sexy, and exactly what I didn’t need.
“I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?” I mumbled weighing my options, while noticing a hint of excitement lit up his eyes at my comment.
“What’s it going to be Della?” I stared at him for a long moment. I wasn’t looking for love, or a boyfriend. Not again, or anytime soon, but I didn’t have the money to pay for this ticket, or a lawyer or, well anything. I was a poor college graduate.
“Whatever. You got your wish. One date. No kissing. No hugs. Nothing.” I poked a finger into his chest, a zing of heat zapping through me at the touch of his uniform.
“It’ll be my pleasure Della, and believe me, it’ll be yours too.” The cocky asshole cop winked before backtracking in the direction of his squad car.
“That’s it. You’re letting me go?” I hollered after him.
“For now, but I’ll be back to claim what’s mine Kitten. You just wait…” I squeezed my lids closed, running a hand through my dark mane in frustration. Fuck. I had slipped out of one assholes clutches and into another’s.
“Don’t call me that…” I yelled, as he got in his car and put the thing in drive.
“Put the claws away, Kitten. Unless you want to use them…” He wiggled his eyebrow and drove away leaving me standing there at the scene of a crime.
It hit me then. I had just been blackmailed by a cop to go out on a date with him and he had used that date to get me out of a ticket and jail time.
“Fuck!!” I kicked at the concrete beneath my feet. I was screwed. Maybe jail time would be better.