Page 2 of Cocky Jerk

“I said, license and registration.” He basically growls as he tucks his glasses into his front pocket. My eyes dart to his badge and the little patch that reveals his last name.

Smiling, I lift my gaze back to those narrowed hazel eyes.

“I’msosorry officer, Pirelli,” I say, pointing a finger to the name embroidered to the patch as I bat my eyelashes. My wayward curls get caught in my lashes distracting me. I pause for a beat to push the hair away from my eyes before continuing, “You see I’m kind of in a bind. Today is my first day at my new job and I seem to have a case of the jitters…”

Who the fuck says the word jitters anymore?

“Anyway, I have this condition and I sort of lose feeling in my hands when I’m nervous.” I don’t even know what the fuck I’m saying at this point, but I hold up my hands and shake them to add extra emphasis to my fib.

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome raises an eyebrow but doesn’t say anything which leads me to continue with my ridiculous story.

“I squeezed too hard,” I explain, offering him a mischievous smile.

“Sounds like a personal problem,” he deadpans. “Or possibly carpal tunnel. You should probably go see a doctor…after you give me your license and registration.”

The smile quickly vanishes from my lips as I become painfully aware he’s not all that impressed with my antics. Huffing out a breath, I drag my fingers through my hair and tilt my head. Meeting his bemused gaze, I scowl miserably.

“You don’t believe me, do you?”

He shakes his head unfazed.

“Not even a little.”

Right, okay, well I tried.

Sighing, I lower my hands and search for my license. I pat down my leather jacket. Feeling the little card-holder thing where I store my I.D. and debit card, I pull out my license and hand it to him. He takes it and drops his eyes to my picture—which in case you were wondering is not the most flattering photo of me. While he studies my mug, I lift my ass off the seat and twist my body around to pop open my saddlebags. It takes me a good while to locate my damn registration card and when I finally turn around, I find Officer Pirelli checking out my ass.

Maybe there’s hope after all.

Making it known I caught him staring at me I clear my throat. His gaze snaps back to mine and a sly grin spreads across my lips.

“My registration card,” I singsong, waving it in front of him.

His jaw clenches and his eyes slightly narrow as he yanks the card from my fingers. “It’s good to know all those squats I’ve been doing in the gym are paying off.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but quickly smacks those full lips of his together. There’s a certain intensity to him and it’s hot as hell. If I wasn’t so hell-bent on getting away from my father’s club, I might be inclined to blow off my job at “Ask Ida” to play with the pepper worshipping cop. But I need this job. It’s a paid internship and to lose it would only set claiming my independence from the Corrupt Hellraisers back a notch or ten.

“I’m going to need to see your insurance card too…” His tone trails as he reads my name from my license, “…Miss DeLuca.”

My name rolls off his tongue with ease and my lips quirk. There’s a smart remark sitting on the tip of my tongue, but it doesn’t get past my lips. The teasing smile disappears from my face and I stare at him as if he’s just asked me to recite the alphabet backward.

“My insurance card?”

Lifting his eyes from my I.D., he arches an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know that little piece of paper that states you’re insured.”

Oh, for fuck’s sake.

“I know what it is,” I hiss.

He might be pretty, but he’s clearly a dick.

“Well, then do you mind handing it over?”

I wouldn’t mind at all if I had it on me, but my policy just renewed, and I forgot to print out the new cards. That’s what happens when the whole fucking world goes paperless to save a bunch of trees. If you don’t check your emails on the daily or forget the password to the gazillion accounts you have, you don’t get your bills. Therefore, you don’t pay them, and your credit score takes a nosedive. But never mind that, back to my insurance card situation.

Raising my head, I meet his expectant eyes and grimace.

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