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Full Summary:
Bella Swan is following the footsteps of her father; being a cop. Unfortunately, that means dealing with the usual, aka Edward Cullen. She thinks he's an arrogant, wild college kid. He thinks she's a sexy, sexually frustrated cop. What happens when Bella is supervising him? Pure lust, jingling keys, and a dash of alcohol.
Prologue:
BPOV:
"So, Mr. Cullen. Caught drunk driving again, I see," I said, tapping his shoulder.
"Yes, Ma'am," He said with a delusional smile.
"And unfortunately, I have to supervise you while you rot in jail for most of the night," I exasperated, plopping into my chair right outside of his cell.
"Aren't you gonna give me a punishmentttttt?" He sang, blowing kisses at me.
I sighed, taking my hat and sunglasses off, letting my shiny mahogany hair flow down my back. I pursed my lips, pretending to think about it.
"If you say so, Mr. Cullen," I said with a wicked glint in my eyes.
I unhooked the handcuffs from my belt and jingled the keys into the lock, closing it behind me.
"Hm, it seems like you're getting lucky tonight, doesn't it?" I said, stepping up next to him.
"Yes I am," He said huskily.
"Well guess what?" I said, clasping the handcuffs to his hands.
"What?"
"You're not," I stated simply, walking out of the cell. I winked at him before swaying my hips to my office.
Maybe next time, Mr. Cullen. Maybe next time.
Is it good? bad? HORRIBLE? tell me if I should continue this shit :D.