Lawful Domination [Uniform Fetish 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) Read Free

perimeter duty, and several unmarked cars patrolled the area. There weren’t any known threats, but the company was paying the department top dollar for the private security, so the event was given priority.
    “I think I’m gonna fall asleep,” said Dom as they walked through the crowd. The announcer was busy giving a history lesson on the development of the car, from concept to manufacturing. The older audience was docile and humorless. It was going to be a very long night.
    “It’s only another three hours. You’ll survive,” said Grayson. He wasn’t sure he would himself.
    He glanced around the room. The ceilings were high, the walls made completely of glass panes. It was a modern marvel in the heart of the city. The announcer’s voice continued to drone on and on. He wished they’d just unveil the fucking car already. Then at least there would be a shred of excitement in the place.
    “Look,” his partner whispered, jabbing him in the ribs with an elbow. He looked in the same direction, searching for whatever seemed so fascinating to Dom all of a sudden. Then he saw her. Stephanie Vasquez. She was a vision in her fitted suit, her long, dark hair smoothed luxuriously down her back. There was no way she saw them with the multitude of people between them. Besides, she was busy taking pictures of the stage and the unveiled car.
    “So this was where she was going. Must be something for the Heartland Tribute .”
    He watched her, the gentle grace of her movements, the way she’d flick her hair back with a feminine twist of her neck. She was taller than many of the other women in attendance, but she did wear some killer heels. He’d envisioned plenty of wicked scenarios for her and those shoes ever since she stepped out of her car when he pulled her over. He’d make her wear them to bed, have her crawl on her hands and knees while he—
    “Grayson!”
    He refocused his attention on Dominic, feeling like he’d been awoken from a dream. How long had he zoned out?
    “Pay attention. They’re about to do the reveal.”
    When he glanced back to where Ms. Vasquez had been standing, she was gone. Like a phantom drifting in and out of his thoughts, she’d disappeared on him. He looked around, trying to spy the brunette over the crowd, but it was impossible with all the commotion. Everyone wanted to get closer to see the much-anticipated vehicle. Cameras were at the ready on the periphery, like predators awaiting their prey.
    By the time the green sheet was lifted off the car, he barely got an eyeful before he had to begin patrolling the guests, reminding them to stay back from the stage. The announcer began promoting, the speakers on high. He got the crowd riled with his promise of a better future, no more pollution, no more emissions. They absorbed what he said as if he quoted the Bible. Their blind acceptance made them dangerous, in Grayson’s opinion. A small pyrotechnics display launched near the rear of the stage, adding to the excitement.
    “Do you believe that? A car that runs on water?” Dom was more interested in the speech than in helping Grayson calm a potential riot. Apparently, the guests weren’t the only ones sucked in by the lure of a greener future.
    “Dom, they’re closing in on the far end of the stage. Clear them out. I’ll take the other end.” The media were the main culprits, and he suspected Ms. Vasquez was one of them. He split away from his partner, clearing the five-foot walkway around the stage.
    Nearly an hour of presentation passed as they constantly maintained the perimeter. Grayson was exhausted. That’s when he saw her.
    The lights dimmed and the prototype car was driven off stage and out of sight. The mix of shadows and lighting over her pale skin haunted him. For a fraction of a second he swore he saw a ghost, then mentally scolded himself. He made his way to the beauty now looking through her digital photos. She had no clue he was approaching, lost in her own little