"Where do you live?"
"You're a cop. Shouldn't you know this already?"
"Just because I'm a cop doesn't mean I know everything but it does mean I could find out very easily. Just wanted to give you the option to tell me first before I looked you up in the system."
"There's no need for that. You can just drop me off here and I'll walk."
Without waiting for a response from him, I unclicked my seat-belt and reached for the door handle.
"You're not walking home, Kat," Dominic said in an incredibly drawl manner.
"I really don't mind, I can walk off the rest of the alcohol that way," I replied with a curt shrug as I gripped the handle of the door and went to push the passenger side door open.
Only to feel it be locked milliseconds before opening.
I pushed once more on the door with a tad more force, attempting to jar the door open before determining that it was in fact, locked and wouldn't be opening without a certain bosses permission.
Letting my head swivel lazily towards Dominic, I latched my unimpressed stare onto his; cocked eyebrow and all.
"Are we really gonna do this?" There was little to no amusement laced through my tone.
"Are you really going to try and walk home at night by yourself?"
"Then, yes, we're really going to do this, Ms. Sanders."
"But I'm not even going home tonight!" I whined, turning and looking at Dominic with pleading eyes.
His thick brows pinched together in question. "Why not?"
"Because I don't want to," I replied as if it was obvious just as I pressed the 'unlock' button homed underneath the door handle and went to leave.
"But why?" I heard Dominic ask at the exact same time as he put the door locks back in place, once again preventing me from leaving the confines of his car and now what appeared to be his own personal version of twenty questions.
"Because I said so, now let me out!"
"Not until you tell me why you don't want to go home," he quipped back, forcing a bolt of annoyance to zip through my mind.
Telling my boss that I didn't want to go home and deal with my drug addicted shit show of a mother wasn't exactly on the top of my 'to do' list.
"Isn't this considered kidnapping on some level?" I inquired, pinning my stare on his with fire gradually churning behind my eyes.
"Quit avoiding the question, Kat." Dominic's voice was flavored with an irritation of his own that showed vividly through his bright gaze that was set so fixedly onto mine.
"Quit keeping me hostage in your car, Dom."
At my exaggerated pronunciation of the nickname I had heard his wife call him a handful of occasions, something strange passed through Dominic's stare as his head cocked to the side. His eyes were still steadied on mine, studying me with a peculiar look embedded within his stare before he parted his perfect lips and spoke.
"Lets keep it between Mr. Reed or Dominic, okay?"
"Seriously?" I asked, disbelief weaving into my tone. "With all due respect, I think we've effectively passed over the line for whats appropriate and not today."
I saw as the events of earlier today in his shared, marital bedroom passed across his gaze as he recalled back to him urging on my actions and relished in my gentle caress across his tired face.
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Unlawful Temptations ✔️Romance
Rules are meant to be broken. At least that was the motto that Kat Sanders led her life by. She said what she wanted, did what she pleased, and didn't give a damn who judged her for it. Her home life was unstable ever since her father left and her...