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But then he grabbed my upper arm much harder than he was supposed to. I wasn’t even sure he was supposed to grab me. But I gritted my teeth and didn’t so much as wince in pain. I let him drag me down the hall out to the main area of the police station.
I figured Sariah would be waiting for me outside, having gone home to change since she was the only one who knew I’d been arrested, therefore, she was the only one who could pay my bail.
I did not expect a very tall, very pissed off, bearded biker with iceberg eyes to be standing right by the door with his arms crossed against his chest and murder in his eyes.
Those eyes were focused on the officer… More accurately, the officer’s grip on my upper arm.
He surged forward, so close that his body pressed into mine. I sucked in a ragged inhale, my body having a carnal reaction to him despite the inappropriate circumstances.
“Get your hand off her, now.”
The officer straightened his back as he took Elden in. Again, it was very early in the morning, and there weren’t many people in the office, but there were enough to witness an officer who thought way too much of himself get ordered around by an outlaw.
“You can’t tell me what to do,” he scowled, squeezing my arm tighter.
I didn’t show any pain on my face because I was genuinely worried that Elden might very well murder the officer right then and there. And I did believe in his ability to get away with murder, but I figured it would be really hard if said murder was committed in a police station.
Elden’s eyes glittered with a fury I’d never seen, not once in my life. “Let her go,” he repeated.
Apparently, even the puffed-up officer could sense how far his illusion of authority would go with Elden.
He let go of my arm.
Elden did not hesitate to yank me behind him while he leaned forward and had a very intense, scary stare off with the officer. He didn’t say anything. Again, he didn’t need to.
The officer went pale then hastily turned his back.
I swallowed my smile.
But then it was time for Elden to turn his intense and pissed off stare in my direction. Those eyes roamed up and down my body.
The stare was not the kind of stare that made desire pool between my legs. Or at least it wasn’t supposed to be. The desire pooled there nonetheless.
Even scary and murderous, Elden was sexy.Especiallyscary and murderous he was sexy.
Well, until he opened his mouth, at least.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” he growled.
“What do you mean, what am I wearing?” I asked, not at all liking his tone.
“I mean you’re almost fucking naked,” he seethed.
“It was a costume party,” I replied, scowling at him. “I went as Elle Woods going as a Playboy bunny,” I explained although the bunny ears and tail kind of needed no explanation.
“Legally Blonde?” I offered when he didn’t get the reference. My fingers combed through my knotted hair. “I lost my wig at some point too, a shame since I do look good as a blonde. Maybe I’ll go blonde,” I pondered.
“You are not changing a hair on your head,” Elden snapped. His jaw was tight as he glanced around the station. Every single male in the vicinity quickly looked away.
Well, everyone except one.
“Watch where you put your fuckin’ eyes,” he barked at an officer walking past.
The officer in question did not give him any kind of retort about watching the way he spoke to an officer of the law. No, he just averted his eyes like a good little boy.
It was jointly comical and hot.
Elden shrugged off his cut and the flannel shirt he wore underneath which was a shame since he looked exceptional in a flannel. A delightful cross between a lumberjack and an outlaw.
