Page 570 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 7
The cop shined the light in his eyes. “That’s interesting. Because this car was reported as stolen a few months ago.”
“What?!” asked Cole. “Stop messing with me.” For the first time, his cocky voice sounded terrified.
The cop tightened his grip on his pistol. “Sir, please put your hands on your head and step out of the car.”
Oh shit, that’s my cue. I took a deep breath.
“Wait,” I said.
The cop switched the flashlight to me.
“I’m sure there’s a perfectly innocent explanation for all of this. If you’d just let us explain…”Here goes nothing.I hooked my finger into the top of my strapless dress and pulled down. The cold air bit at my exposed breasts.
Everyone was dead quiet for a second. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my head. I had just flashed a complete stranger.Yes, the cop had been expecting it. But it was still incredible awkward.
The look on Cole’s face, however, made it all worth it. There was a sheen of sweat above his brow and his eyes bulged out of his skull.
Then the flashlight went out and the cop walked away.
I immediately pulled my top back up.Did that really just happen?I mentally high-fived myself for having the lady balls to pull it off.
“Oh thank God,” said Cole. He leaned back in his seat. His breathing was even heavier than mine. Which kind of made sense, given that I’d only had to flash some rando. He, on the other hand, had surely been thinking that he was going to go to prison for grand theft auto.
“I think what you meant to say is, ‘Thank you for saving my ass, Raven.’ ”
Cole took a second to catch his breath. “I can’t believe that actually worked.”
“Why? Are you calling me ugly?”
“No. I just…holy shit. That was fucking intense.”
“You have a lot of explaining to do. But for now, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Cole’s hand shook as he turned the car back on, but he stopped before shifting into gear. “Shit, he never gave me my papers back.” He looked over his shoulder nervously.
And then I heard the tap on my window.
I slowly unrolled it. I figured he was back to give us the papers. But I was wrong.
“Ma’am,” said the cop. “I’m going to have to ask you to step out of the vehicle.”
Huh?This wasn’t part of the plan. He was supposed to pull us over, mess with Cole, and then leave after I flashed him. So why was he making me get out of the car?
I looked at him in confusion. My eyes landed on his badge. His real badge. Not some Society knockoff with their genie lamp logo in the center.
Oh. Shit.
My amusement immediately shifted to sheer and abject terror. I’d just flashed a real cop. And apparently, I had been riding in a for-realsies-stolen Ferrari.
“Step out of the car,” he repeated. “Now.” He stepped back and kept the flashlight trained on me as I opened the door and stepped out.
I squinted to try to see his face, but the light was blinding.
“Walk around to the back and put your hands on the trunk,” he commanded.
I started walking, but my heel caught on something. I just barely caught myself on the side of the car.
“Have you been drinking?” asked the officer.
