To say I was having the 'world's worst day' would be an understatement. I had had one miserable client after another, and my case load was overwhelming. My head was spinning from the morning and afternoon I had spent in family court advocating for a father to get custody of his two little children and take them away from an abusive, drug addicted mother.
It hadn't gone well and there had been a lot of tears. The most embarrassing part was that when I had left the courtroom to get a drink of water from the fountain, I'd accidentally barreled right into a brick wall. Only...it hadn't been a brick wall. It had been the handsomest patrol officer I had ever seen. Tall and lean with a piercing green eyed stare, I'd almost forgotten my own name. With horror, I realized that I'd knocked his paper cup of coffee all over the front of his shirt.
"Oh!" I exclaimed, as I frantically looked around the lobby for an invisible stack of napkins, "I'm so sorry, Officer, I didn't see you! Did I burn you?"
Those eyes drank me in, and he ran a hand through thick, light brown hair. "Don't worry," he purred, "I won't give you a ticket. And it's not the worst thing that's been on this shirt today, so it's all good. Are you alright, ma'am?"
Concern registered on his face, but I watched his eyes drift to my low cut ruby red dress. He ran the tip of his tongue over his bottom lip and I flushed a deep shade of red.
"I... I'm fine. Let me get you a new cup of coffee...I..." I sputtered as he waved his hand.
"Don't worry about it." He glanced at his watch. "Shoot, I'm going to be late for this hearing... you take care, ma'am." He took off in the opposite direction, his face set.
When I got into my car at the end of the day, I was sore, tired, and emotionally exhausted. I started off down the street wanting nothing more than to be safe at home in bed. I put the pedal to the floor without thinking. My car shot off like a rocket down the street. I hadn't been driving for more than a minute, when I heard the sirens behind me. "Shit!" I chastised myself, knowing I was in for it. With a defeated sigh, I pulled over. When their was a knock on my window, I rolled it down while keeping my eyes forward.
"Oh! I'm guessing your day didn't get any better?"
My eyes widened and I turned to face the policeman. Mortified, I looked into the green eyes of the officer from earlier. "I... oh my god, I feel like such an ass, I'm sorry Officer, I don't know what I was thinking..." I absentmindedly reached for my wallet.
"Keep your hands on the steering wheel, please." His voice was stern.
A flush creeped up my cheeks. "Sorry," I murmured. God, he was hot. He had a body made for sin--thick muscled biceps and forearms--one of which had a tattoo sleeve of black and gold flames that I hadn't noticed earlier. I could tell by the tightness of his uniform pants that he was packing, and I didn't mean his gun. I couldn't help eye-fucking him, my brain filled with scenarios of what that body looked like under the uniform. Oh Christ...I squirmed in my seat as I felt wetness pool between my legs.
What the hell was wrong with me? God, I hadn't been fucked in the longest time, and looking at him was like looking at a donut display at a bakery, and I was on a diet.
"Ma'am? Did you hear me? I asked for your license and registration, please?"
"Oh! I'm sorry, it's this heat..." I quickly handed over my paperwork. He gave my license a good, hard look.
"So you're the family lawyer I've heard so much about. Care to tell me why you were going 55 in a 35?"
I swallowed. "I...I just wanted to go home. I wasn't really thinking, I'm sorry."
His eyes were once again on my breasts, then he quickly regained composure. "Do you have anything illegal on you?"
I shot him a glare. "No! What kind of a question is that? I work in family law! What could I possibly have in this car that would be illegal--"
He cut me off, "step out of the vehicle."
"Are you kidding me? All I did was drive a little too fast after the world's shittiest day!"
"All the same. Turn off the car and exit the vehicle."
