Secret Weapon
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She knew Sloan would not be happy if she had a date with Liam, but she had warned Sloan that she wouldn’t be exclusive. She couldn’t let his expectations change her.
“Will you still be”—she smiled enticingly—“in uniform?”
“I could be.”
“And … will you have your handcuffs with you?”
His eyes lit up. “Absolutely.”
“Then why don’t we go back to my place for coffee?”
He smiled. “That sounds like a great idea.”
“Thank you, Officer O’Neill. I assume you have my address?”
He handed back her license. “Yes, Miss Reid, I do. A half hour, then.”
He turned and walked back to his squad car. She felt totally wicked as she watched his tight, uniformed butt in her mirror. But oh, man, he was sooo sexy in uniform.
Her insides quivered as she put her car in gear and pulled back into the traffic, knowing the half-hour wait would feel like an eternity.
* * *
Janine’s buzzer sounded and she raced to the intercom and pushed the button. “Yes?”
“Ma’am, it’s Officer O’Neill here. May I come up?”
A shiver danced along her spine. “Of course, Officer.” She pushed the button to unlock the outside door.
Many long minutes later, a knock sounded at her door. She peered through the peephole and there stood Liam in his blue uniform, right down to the hat. She pulled open the door.
“Yes, Officer. May I help you?”
“May I come in, ma’am?”
God, he was so sexy and … a little intimidating with authoritative air. “Of course.” She stepped back so he could step inside. His muscular arm brushed hers as he went past and heat washed through her.
He closed the door behind him, glancing around her apartment.
“Nice place, ma’am.”
She turned to face him. “What’s this all about, Officer?”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I’m here to place you under arrest.” He opened a leather pouch on his belt and pulled out a pair of silver handcuffs.
He took her right wrist and snapped a cold cuff around it, then drew her arm behind her, captured her other wrist, and cuffed it, too. Excitement quivered through her.
“But why?”
“For wielding a dangerous weapon.”
She turned to face him, her hands trapped firmly behind her back. “What weapon?”
He grinned. “Well, basically, a killer body.”
His gaze traveled to her breasts, which were thrust forward because her hands were behind her back, and lingered long enough that her nipples throbbed with need.
“Are you going to take me to jail?”