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My face flames. “I meant at the club.”

“There too. I’ll take you anywhere you let me.”

He opens the passenger door of his car for me and closes it once I am seated inside before taking his seat behind the wheel.

“How about in this car?” I ask, thinking he wouldn’t want to risk getting such a nice car dirty.

Alex doesn’t hesitate. “Hell yeah. Right here, right now.”

I giggle as I try to come up with another option. “Nude beach?”

He shrugs. “Sure, why not?”

“On top of a building?” Not that I know of any building that we would have roof access to.

“Anytime, anywhere, baby girl.”

My insides melt and a fire burns in my core at his nickname for me. It takes all my strength to not reach over and rub his very obvious erection.

He drives back to the hotel and parks in the same spot as before.

“How about we grab a quick bite to eat at the restaurant here, and then get changed and head to the club?”

Remembering how sexy I felt in the club outfit, I grin and say, “I can’t wait.”

Chapter Fifteen

ALEX

Blue lights reflectingoff the glass windows of the skyscrapers illuminate the street around us as a police car sounds the siren and turns on the lights.

I pull into the nearby parking lot and park in one of the empty spots toward the road.

Elise turns in her seat to face me. “Why are we being pulled over? You weren’t speeding, and you didn’t run a red light.”

I reach across her legs to open the glove box and pull out my car registration. “I don’t know. We will just have to wait and see what they say.”

There isn’t much they can pull me over for, but my mind spirals as it tries to come up with a reason for us being pulled over.

Are they going to say the car’s tint is too dark? It is, but usually they don’t write a ticket for that.

Is the tag expired? It should be good for a few more months.

Or maybe the police just want to see who’s driving this car?

When the police officer approaches the rear of the car and presses his fingers against the side, I roll my window down.

Elise’s breathing is ragged, like she’s a criminal that just ran a marathon. Why is she so nervous? Does she think I did something illegal?

I glance at her with a raised eyebrow before turning toward the cop.

“Step out of the vehicle, please.”

The cop’s voice is deep yet familiar. Sure, I might have lived here years ago, but I was never close to the cops. My relationship was quite the opposite. I steered clear of them whenever I could.

I do what the cop says. Slowly, I open the door and step out of the vehicle.

“You too, passenger. Step out of the vehicle and leave everything inside.”

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