I gripped the steering wheel tighter, my heart pounding as red and blue lights flashed in my rearview mirror. s**t. I knew I was speeding. Eighty in a sixty-five, flying down a dark, empty stretch of highway just after midnight. The music had been blaring to keep me awake after a long girls’ night out. I’d had a couple of drinks, nothing wild, but enough to leave me loose, a little reckless, and honestly kind of horny. My tight black dress had ridden up my thighs, and the lace thong underneath was already damp from all the flirting at the bar. I had no idea this routine traffic stop was about to become the dirtiest night of my life.
The siren gave one short whoop, and I eased onto the shoulder, gravel crunching under the tires. I killed the engine and quickly checked myself in the mirror.
