Page 408 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
A door on the other side of the room opened and two cops stepped through. They were both well over 6 feet and absolutelyrockingtheir uniforms. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought they were strippers dressed as cops. Which totes made sense.
“Good evening, ladies,” said the hotter cop. His badge said King on it.
“Hello, officer,” I said. “How can we help you?”
“Well,” said Officer King. “We got a call about some girls using fake IDs. Any idea why we might have gotten a call like that?”
“No clue,” said Esme. “There must be some sort of mix-up. We’re all legal.” She pulled out an ID and held it through the bars.
The other officer - Officer Grant - grabbed it. He shined a light on it and flipped it over. “It’s legit,” he said eventually.
Of course her ID was legit. Esme and the other flight attendant were well into their twenties. Unlike us college freshmen. Was it already time for sexual favors? According to my itinerary the real fun didn’t start for another hour or so.
Officer King said something, but I didn’t really hear it. I was too busy picturing how nice it would be to sit on his beautiful face. He had perfect lips. Not too big and not too thin. And that smile…Yum.
“Well?” he asked, staring at me.
“Yes, Officer?”
“I asked to see your ID.”
“Oh, right. No problem.” I pulled my dress down and shook my tits at him. “How’s that?”
The corner of his mouth ticked up a little. He hit a button on the wall and there was a loud buzz and a click. Officer Grant slid our cell open.
That’s right. The girls work every time!Especially after my new diet of meat and bread. They were better than ever.
“Thanks, boys,” I said. “Just let us know if there’s anything else we can help you with.”
Officer King grabbed my arm as I passed.
God he’s strong.His fingers were just rough enough. And the scar on the back of his hand showed he was a real man.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked.
“To party my face off, clearly. Wanna join?”
“Hmm, try again.”
“To… To jail?” stuttered Ash.
“Bingo,” said Officer King as he slapped some cuffs on me.
God, I loved being handcuffed. I just wished he’d tighten them a little more. Soon I’d be screaming his name as the metal bit into my skin. I gave him my sauciest wink.
They cuffed the rest of my girls and led us out to their SUV. They piled us all into the back and sped off.
“I officially hate you,” said Ash.
I patted her leg. “It’ll be fine. They probably just want to show us off to all the other guys at the station.” Ash was so gullible. I couldn’t wait to see her expression when she saw our final destination.
“Are you sure? Because it really seems like we just got arrested for real.”
“Na. They didn’t read us our rights or anything. This isn’t a legit arrest.”
“Oh my God.” Ash went even paler than usual. “Oh God. Oh God. What did Ghost say to you about that kidnapper when we got off the plane?”
“Just some silliness about Daddy’s rival’s enforcer being in Miami tonight. But he was definitely just looking for an excuse to have us not go out tonight. Ghost hates fun.”
