Page 19 of Forbidden Obsession

“Emma, I’ll call you back in a minute.” I disconnected the call before Emma could respond and hit the gas. At the light I made a quick U-turn and rushed to catch up with him, but Dominic zigzagged through access points I couldn’t reach.

“Come on, come on!” I shouted, half-frustrated with Dominic’s highway antics while admiring them all the same.

“Why does this man turn me on so much?”

That was something I was still trying to figure out. Cars honked as I swerved in front of them. “Sorry!”

Middle fingers were produced from some drivers while others shouted at me, outraged by my reckless driving.

“Where exactly are you going, Professor Lucas?” I murmured, keeping my eyes on him from four cars behind.

Traffic slowed, but Dominic crossed an intersection when the light turned yellow and the car in front of me slowed to a stop.

“No! No! Noooo! Come on!”

Quickly, I stomped my accelerator, pulled around the car and shot through the intersection just as the traffic in the opposite direction also moved.

Horns blew and I grimaced. My eyes jumped from the rearview to the road in front of me. The sky was shifting to a dark gray as the nightlife of the city awakened.

“Burlesque Boulevard?” I frowned. “Now why would he be going there?”

Burlesque Boulevard was home to sex workers. Johns escaped being detained during certain hours of the day when the police were busy in other high-traffic areas and they took advantage of those perks.

Dominic made a left turn, but flashing red and blue lights behind me drew my attention.

“Shit.”

I sighed and pulled over to the side of the road and put the car in park. But even as I waited for the officer to approach, my eyes never left the entrance of the street Dominic had ridden down.

Knock, knock, knock!

I pursed my lips and rolled the window down. The officer bent forward and stared at me.

“Are you in a rush to get somewhere?”

“I’m not now.”

He frowned. “License and registration.”

I reached into the glove compartment and removed the registration, then dug into my Kate Spade purse, and offered my license.

“Wait here.”

He left and I rolled the window back up and blew out a harsh breath. “So good for staying out of trouble, Penelope,” I muttered.

Twenty minutes passed and I grew impatient. I glanced in the rearview to see the officer reapproaching. “Finally,” I whispered.

He handed me a yellow ticket. “Slow down, or next time, go to jail.”

I nodded. “It won’t happen again.”

“Good.”

He peered at me, and then left after turning off his lights. As soon as he pulled off so did I, turning left on the street Dominic had ventured down.

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Penelope

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