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

working the same event as her. Now she wished she’d been more civil with them earlier. Just when she thought she was starting to make a connection with Officer Myers, he had to rush off. She was certain a man was not in the cards for her.
    With all the attention diverted to the other end of the room, she thought it would be the perfect chance to get some candid shots of the new vehicle. With the mob-like crowd trying to get pics during the unveiling, her photos were blurry and distant. They’d taken the car off stage, so she went around the back of the building, hoping to find it. If she could get some rare, close-up shots of the car, her boss would be thrilled with her. She needed a break in her life, and a step up in her career would be a great start.
    It was dark around back, long shadows making eerie images on the asphalt. The cops who were patrolling outside earlier were now helping out with the crisis inside. They’d stopped her from getting close to the car when she first arrived, saying it was off limits. Since the prototype was supposed to save mankind from all its fossil fuel problems, it was heavily guarded. Now it was all alone, eagerly waiting her personal attention. She was nearly giddy with excitement as she powered on her camera. Her heart raced and her fingers were shaky as she focused the image. The guards could return at any second, so she had to be fast. This must be the thrill of journalism Tammy spoke of.
    When she heard faint footsteps and whispered male voices, she flattened her body against the brick building, hiding herself in the darkness. She’d already gotten a couple of photos but wanted more. Without a chance to check the ones she’d already taken, she had to assume they were too dark without the flash.
    When one of the men got inside the car, her heart sank. If they took it away, her chance to get the perfect picture would be over. The sound of the engine purred to life. Hopefully, they’d be distracted with the car, and the bright headlights would give her added illumination while keeping her more hidden. Before they could drive away, she stepped out a foot and started taking photo after photo, like her life depended on it—just as her career probably did.
    The driver hit the brakes abruptly as she continued to snap shots. She could easily slip away into the crowded building now and doubted they’d find her, so she grew bold, moving in closer. What would they do if they caught her anyway, lock her up and throw away the key? It was just a picture.
    The passenger stepped out. He was dressed in a black suit just like half the guests. For a long moment, they looked eye to eye. Neither of them moved. Then he reached under his jacket and pulled out a gun, aiming it at her.
    Time seemed to stand still, fantasy meshing with reality. She gasped, stumbling back. Luckily, her camera was hanging around her neck or she would have dropped it. Stephanie finally turned to run, the man’s heavy footsteps in pursuit. It wasn’t easy running in five-inch heels, but she made it look like a piece of cake. Another man stepped out of the shadows before she could reach the entrance, grabbing her around the torso. He was so much stronger than her, his arms like iron bars. When she tried to scream for help, a heavy hand came down on her mouth, nearly choking out all her air. There was a distinct half-moon tattoo on the web of his hand. It made her think of all the things she’d never see again if this man took her life. She struggled like a mad woman, twisting and fighting with her arms and legs.
    Her lucky break came when she slammed one of her precious Christian Louboutin heels onto the man’s foot. He roared, dropping her long enough for her to make her escape.
    She burst through the glass doors at the side of the building, her breathing ragged and pulse racing. She needed to bury herself in the crowd, and she had to find a cop. The lights were bright after being in the darkness outside. Stephanie