Page 93 of Hot Cops

She started to turn, to head toward the stairs at the back of the pub that would lead up to her apartment, but he grasped her wrist.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” he asked.

Sunnie looked longingly at the unfinished margarita. He’d said he was hungry, so she thought that was her cue to hurry up. “Yeah, I guess?—”

“Not the drink.” Landon pointed to his cheek. “My goodbye kiss.”

She narrowed her eyes. “You can’t possibly be serious.”

“If we’re doing this, Sunnie, we’re doing it right, making it look real.”

“Who the fuck are you and where did you put Landon?”

He chuckled, but didn’t relent. It was clear the man actually intended for her to kiss him. She sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” She leaned toward him and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, trying to ignore how good he smelled.

Was he wearing cologne? Did he always wear it?

The second she finished, he turned his face, his lips grazing hers in a super-fast but surprisingly sweet—and hot—kiss.

She reared back. “Kissing is part of your plan?”

He looked at her like she was insane. “Of course it is. By the way, we’re walking to the restaurant tonight, and you’re holding my hand.”

Sunnie realized that pretty much everything Landon had said to her since they’d sat down had been phrased not as a question, but as a statement.

If she didn’t know him so well, she’d think he was one of those alpha male types, but this was Landon. He was the king of manners and politeness, constantly asking others what they wanted to do and phrasing most things with “please” and “thank you.”

None of that was present right now.

Then she recalled his description of how he liked things in the bedroom. She’d had some very happy times with her vibrator the past couple of months, fantasizing about that list…while trying to forget Landon was the dream guy doing them to her.

She belatedly crinkled her nose, pretending to think the idea of holding his hand was gross, but his smug smile never wavered.

“I’ll be right here when you come back down.”

She wished that reassurance didn’t set butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She felt like a teenager going on her first date.

Ugh.

Landon.

It was freaking Landon.

She didn’t bother to say anything else. Instead, she flipped a casual wave and walked away, deciding this plan of his wasn’t a good one.

So…she needed to form a plan of her own.

She grinned, considering the parameters they planned to set tonight over dinner. She knew exactly how to bring Landon back to his senses. She’d make a few demands of her own.

She had to.

Because Sunnie had become as obsessed with the viral kiss as those lonely hearts following him around. However, unlike those women, she had something to lose. Something pretty major.

Landon.

Landon hadn’t been aloneat the table more than thirty seconds when Finn plopped down in the seat Sunnie had just vacated.

“What gives?”

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