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

twenty-minute commute to work. She’d use the time to build herself up. Stephanie pumped the music, allowing the beat to filter into her pores. The high-pressure system provided endless blue skies and clean, crisp air. It was the perfect fall day, making the drive enjoyable.
    She pulled into her usual spot at work. Everything was the same as it had been on Friday. Just her perspective had changed, but she wanted to go back to how things were—even if unsatisfying.
    “Good morning,” said Stephanie when she passed her coworkers in the hall. Nobody looked at her differently or acted oddly. She could swear there was a V stamped on her forehead for violated . For some reason, she expected everyone to treat her like a child, feel sorry for her, and keep their distance. But none of that happened, so it must all have been in her imagination.
    “Stephanie!” Mr. Templeton raced up the hall once she’d sat at her desk. His gray hair fluttered until he finally stopped, slapping her desk with a palm. “You’ve done it! You’ve made me proud and proved you have what it takes to complete an assignment on your own. Have you seen the article?”
    She shook her head. After rushing out of her apartment in the morning, she hadn’t even bothered to grab her Sunday edition.
    “Well, you have to see it.” He grabbed one of several stacked copies on a neighboring desk. “Take a look.” Mr. Templeton spread it out in front of her. It was right there on the first page—the best picture she’d taken of the car, the article, and an editor photo of her under the headline, “New Wave of the Future.” When she looked closer, she realized she could see a faint outline of the passenger in the car. The one with the gun. Her muscles clamped down around her heart, bringing the memory of the moment back with a vengeance.
    “It looks great,” she said, masking her inner turmoil. “Thank you for the opportunity.”
    The secretary raced up the hallway, her heels clicking on the ceramic floor. “Mr. Templeton, an urgent call from the chief of police.”
    “I’ll talk to you later,” he said before rushing away.
    She took a deep, cleansing breath and focused on her computer screen. It was back to the daily grind, editing her usual articles and columns. The mention of police did make her think of her two sexy cops. If only the night had ended differently. She wondered what it would have been like to date a man in uniform.
    When she’d visit Tammy at the fire hall down the street, there always seemed to be firefighters, cops, or paramedics stopping by. There was just something about a man in uniform that did wicked things to her body. The fact she’d been without any man for years didn’t help her predicament.
    By the time the clock struck five, she was already sick of the place. Her wrists ached and eyes felt weary. At least her anxiety had eased. The old routine of editing her columns and articles helped her more than she expected.
    As she neared the front doors to the building, eager to enjoy the remnants of the beautiful day, she heard the faint murmur of voices—gossip. It usually ran rampant at the Heartland Tribute. With a staff consisting mostly of women, it was bound to happen. She joined the group of staff members at the front desk.
    “Something juicy?” She was usually the queen of current affairs around the office.
    “We overheard Templeton talking with the police chief,” said Emily, the secretary.
    “Oh?”
    “That car you did the article on, it’s been stolen.” She patted the paper in front of her, pointing out the prototype car.
    “When?” Had it been the night of the party, yesterday, or just now?
    “I just heard that they’re not sparing any expense to find that car. You’d think they were trying to recover a ship’s bounty, not some dumb prototype,” said Emily.
    “A prototype that could potentially change the world as we know it. I’d say there’s plenty of motivation to steal it.” Stephanie