Chapter 2

Lynn’s mouth flew open and she backed away, appalled that she had been flirting with this atrocious woman. Her eyes narrowed with annoyance as her hands went to her hips and a loud huff escaped her lips. “You should mind your own damn business. Do you have any idea who I am, Blondie?”

“Yeah,” the petite officer replied angrily. Her icy blue eyes flickered with irritation in the glow from the moon. “You’re Lynn Feoras, celebrity diva extraordinaire, so I’ve heard. And no, I am not impressed.”

Lynn rolled her eyes and frowned at the blonde as a slew of curse words flooded her mind. “That beach house behind you happens to be mine and I can come outside anytime I please.” Stepping closer, Lynn pursed her lips. Her five foot nine frame towered over the smaller built officer. “Now why don’t you get lost, Officer?”

“So, let me get this straight.” The officer tapped her finger against her lips with a coy expression. “You don’t care that there’s been a rash of rapes the past several weeks? So what, you’re going to willingly spread your legs and put out for the man if he shows up?”

“I—” Lynn gaped. “Rapes! Here?” she managed to croak out. Her voice faded and her shoulders slumped.

“Yes,” the officer replied with a nod. “Rapes and murders to be exact,” she added.

“I had no idea,” Lynn said in a diminutive voice.

“I figured that much. Why do you think the beach is empty? We’ve issued curfews and warnings. I was doing patrol and I saw you standing here. I recognized you and I knew since you were not from here, you probably had no idea. Now, would you like for me to escort you back to your home, or do you want to stay out here all by yourself?” Crossing her arms, the officer’s brows furrowed with impatience.

“No,” Lynn replied quickly. “I mean yes. Yes, I would very much like it if you escorted me back home.” She and the officer walked in silence as they closed the distance between the water and her beach house. Even though it was a short distance, the walk seemed endless to Lynn. She had behaved like a complete idiot with her abrupt actions and hateful tone. Lynn didn’t usually act so rashly, but lately it was almost like she was not even herself. Once they had finally reached the front porch, Lynn turned to face the straight-faced officer. “Thanks.”

“No need. I was just doing my job,” the officer said. “Lock your doors, Ms. Feoras.”

Lynn shivered when a warm rush spread to her thighs as the officer walked away. Dark blue jeans revealed a curvaceous bottom that spread out nicely in the back of Officer Hotness’s jeans. For the first time, she noticed how far down her back the beautiful hair hung. The flowing blonde ponytail hung to the center of the officer’s back and twisted into a tiny twirl at the tip. Not only did Lynn have a weakness for cops, she also had a weakness for blondes. She nearly laughed out loud when she realized what a walking cliché she truly was.

“Wait, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Alexis,” the officer replied as she continued to walk towards the darkness, never once looking back.

Lynn watched until Alexis had disappeared into the shadows before slinking inside her house with a frustrated sigh. She fell against the door and slid down until her butt met the hard wood floor with a thud. Her head felt fuzzy and her body still wobbly. She slipped a hand between her thighs and brushed her fingers over the wet panties that clung to her crotch. Her head lolled back as her finger slipped inside for desperate relief. “Yes,” she mumbled. Her mouth parted and primal sounds escaped her lips when she plunged another finger inside and rubbed her throbbing clit with her thumb. “Fuck,” she cried when the image of the blonde officer crept slowly into her conscious mind. Her free hand moved to her breast, squeezing the soft flesh. Lynn shivered as a gush trickled over her fingers. Her body trembled and beads of sweat popped out across her forehead as she opened her eyes and looked around. She could not recall when she had ever reached an orgasm so quickly.

She could only imagine how pathetic she would have looked if anyone had of walked into the house. Her hand between her legs, dress half off with her breasts hanging out, and barely able to breathe. “Damn it, Lynn. Get a hold of yourself.”

The past few months had taken a toll on her. At one time, Lynn had been a bubbly beauty, full of life and oblivious to the harshness of the world. Now she was oblivious to happiness. To an outsider it must have looked like Lynn had everything; four houses, six cars, and a massive bank balance. For Lynn, it was all a trap. A trap that had robbed her of what little innocence she had left after her maddening childhood. The childhood that had left her bitter, angry, and afraid to allow anyone to get close enough to hurt her. Closing her eyes, she pulled her wobbly knees against her chest and started to cry. 2

“Stupid celebrities,” Alexis cursed as she kicked at the sand with the toe of her pointy boots. If there was one thing Alexis despised it was the “all that” attitudes of the celebrity crowd that frequented the expensive beach resorts.