Good Cop, Bad Girl
Good Cop, Bad Girl
Paige Tyler
When a hunky guy shows up at Julie Hanson’s apartment to tell her the police received a complaint about the noise from her birthday party, she assumes he’s a male stripper her girlfriends hired. Upon discovering the gorgeous Kirk Chandler really is a police officer, she’s completely mortified, especially since she teased him about giving her a birthday spanking.
Kirk appears at her door for a second time later that night, bearing gifts and asking if she got her birthday spanking. Julie not only gets her bottom nicely warmed, but is treated to a night of pleasure that qualifies as the best birthday present any girl could ask for.
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Good Cop, Bad Girl
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Good Cop, Bad Girl Copyright © 2010 Paige Tyler
Edited by Raelene Gorlinsky
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication April 2010
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GOOD COP, BAD GIRL
Paige Tyler
Dedication
With special thanks to my extremely patient and understanding husband, without whose help and support I couldn’t have pursued my dream job of becoming a writer.
You’re my sounding board, my idea man, my critique partner, and the absolute best research assistant any girl could ask for! Thank you for talking me into finally taking the plunge and submitting to Ellora’s Cave.
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Paige Tyler
Chapter One
Julie Hanson couldn’t believe her friends had forgotten her birthday. She’d waited all day for one of them to call her at the ad agency where she worked and tell her they were going to take her out for a big night on the town in honor of the big event—it wasn’t every year a girl hit the big 3-0, after all—but no one so much as sent her an e-card. It hurt they hadn’t remembered, especially since she never forgot any of their birthdays.
Resigned to spending her night alone curled up on the couch with a movie and a pint of ice cream, she dropped the mail on the small table inside the entryway, then went into the kitchen to stick a frozen dinner in the microwave so it could heat up while she changed clothes. Maybe she would treat herself to a bubble bath later, too, she thought as she opened the freezer. And after that, she’d climb into bed with her vibrator. She let out a groan. Talk about a pathetic way to spend her birthday.
Shaking her head, she took out two frozen dinners and looked from one to the other. Neither one was very thrilling. She was still trying to decide between the Chicken Mediterranean and the Roasted Chicken Chardonnay when the doorbell rang. With a sigh, she threw both boxes back in the freezer and went to answer the door. Unlocking it, she yanked it open without bothering to look through the peephole.
“Surprise!”
Julie blinked in astonishment. Half a dozen of her friends stood there, their arms filled with gifts and huge grins on their faces.
“You didn’t think we’d forgotten your birthday, did you?” Becca asked, walking past her into the apartment.
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Julie felt her face flush as the rest of her girlfriends filed in. “N-no, of course not,”
she stammered as she closed the door. “I figured you guys would give me a call later and wish me happy birthday.”
Megan whirled around to give her a wide-eyed look of disbelief. “Call and wish you a happy birthday? Girl, you only turn thirty once. That calls for a celebration, complete with chocolate cake and loads of presents!”
“And my famous margaritas!” Valerie added, holding up a bottle of strawberry margarita mix.
Julie laughed, ashamed now she’d even thought they had forgotten her birthday.
“You guys are the best.”
“We are,” Becca agreed with a grin. “So, let’s get this party started already!”
Deciding to leave the margaritas in Valerie’s capable hands, Julie grabbed a stack of plates from the kitchen cabinet while Becca stuck her iPod in the speaker dock. A moment later, the sexy sounds of Nelly Furtado’s Promiscuous filled the apartment.
“So,” Valerie said, handing Julie a margarita, “What’s it going to be, Jules? Do you want to cut the cake or open your presents first?”
Julie’s gaze went from the beautifully decorated cake sitting on the kitchen counter to the stack of colorfully wrapped gifts on the coffee table in the living room as she considered her friend’s question. While the chocolate cake was definitely calling to her, the presents were too enticing to resist.
She grinned. “You guys know I’m not very patient when it comes to opening presents. The cake’s going to have to wait.”
Taking a seat on the couch, Julie waited impatiently for her friends to crowd around her before reaching for the first box on the stack. Eager to see what they had gotten her, Julie tore into the wrapping paper and yanked off the lid to find a gift card for her favorite day spa tucked in a bundle of pastel-colored tissue paper.
She smiled at Valerie. “I love this place.”
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“I know. You talk about it all the time. But then again, you talk about going to Quickie Lube to get your oil changed in your car, too, so it was a real tossup.” Valerie winked at her. “I figured you’d rather pamper yourself than your car. Besides, Quickie Lube didn’t have gift cards.”
Laughing, Julie gave the other girl a hug, then grabbed the next box from the table and excitedly ripped off the wrapping paper. Inside was a jar of decadent chocolate body paint designed to make foreplay even more of a “hands-on experience”, or so the package claimed.
“Now if I just had a hot guy to lick the stuff off,” she teased. “I don’t suppose you brought one to go with this, did you, Melanie?”
“I would have, but the store was all out.” The other girl gave her a grin. “They told me they’d have the shelves restocked by the weekend, though, if you want to go pick one out for yourself.”
Julie laughed. If only finding a guy were as simple as selecting one off a shelf. It’d be a lot easier than trying to meet one at the supermarket or the health club. She hadn’t had much luck at either of those places.
“Open mine next,” Becca said, holding out a small box with huge bow on top.
Julie happily did as instructed, bursting into laughter when she saw Becca’s gift was a waterproof vibrator shaped like a rubber ducky.
“Hey, don’t laugh!” Becca protested. “That little guy works like a charm.”
Valerie grinned. “Are you speaking from personal experience?”
“Damn right I am! Don’t knock it until you try it.”
Everyone laughed at that as Julie reached for the next gift. The rest of her presents were just as frivolous as the first few, including a gift card to her favorite lingerie store and a skimpy pair of shortie pajamas. As much as she liked the gift card and the pjs, however, Julie had to admit she was most intrigued by the heart-shaped leather paddle Megan gave her. She picked it up, admiring its highly polished surface.
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“Like it?” Megan asked.
Julie could only nod, her imagination started to run wild.
Megan must have seen the naughty gleam in her eye, though, because the other girl gave her a knowing grin. “I thought you’d like it. I always figured you were a little kinky.”
Julie looked at her friend dubiously. “You did, huh?”
Her friend shrugged. “Sure. I could tell just by looking at you.”
“I don’t know how kinky I am. I mean, I’ve tried a lot of off-the-wall things in bed, but spanking isn’t one of them.” She grinned, then added, “Yet.”
“Yet?” Becca squealed. “Does that mean you want to?”
Julie smacked the paddle lightly against her palm, both surprised and a little excited by how much it stung. “If the right guy came along, I’d be only too willing to drape myself over his lap.”
“Maybe we should head out to the club later and find you the right guy then,”
Megan suggested.
The other girls all agreed, but Julie wasn’t so sure. She couldn’t imagine how she could possibly ask a guy she just met to spank her.
Between Justin Timberlake’s Sexy Back blaring from the speakers and her friends’
merciless teasing about getting spanked with the paddle, Julie was still laughing so hard ten minutes later she didn’t even realize the doorbell had been ringing until whoever was outside in the hallway finally banged loudly on the door with their fist.
Setting her margarita down on the coffee table, Julie got to her feet and hurried over to the door.
“Hang on a minute!” she said, shouting to be heard over the music. “I’m coming.”
“Not yet you aren’t,” Becca called from behind her. “But you will be once you take a bath with Mr. Ducky!”
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Laughing, Julie yanked open the door and found herself face to face with the most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen. Tall, with short-cropped brown hair and a perfectly chiseled jaw, he had a wide, sensuous mouth and soulful dark eyes. More gold than brown, they were the kind of eyes a girl could end up getting lost in.
She forced her gaze to move lower, taking in his broad shoulders and muscular biceps before coming to rest on the shiny badge on the front of his dark blue uniform.
Directly across from it was a nametag that read Chandler. This hot hunk was a cop?
Abruptly realizing she was just standing there staring at him, she reached up to tuck her long, ash blonde hair behind an ear. “Can I help you, Officer?”
He glanced at the other girls still sitting in the living room before those incredible eyes settled on her again. “Is this your apartment, ma’am?”
She stifled a groan. Even his voice was sexy as sin. “Yes.”
“We got a complaint about the noise you and your friends were making.”
Julie automatically opened her mouth to apologize, only to close it again as the obvious suddenly struck her. God, she was slow sometimes. This mouthwatering specimen of a man wasn’t a real cop; he must be a male stripper her friends had hired for her birthday. And if he looked even half as good naked as he did in that uniform, then she was in for a real show. Her friends were the best!
She glanced at the other girls over her shoulder and gave them a wink before turning back to him. Her lips curved into a sexy smile. “And you’re here to arrest me, right?” she teased. “Or maybe you’d rather give me a birthday spanking instead?”
He lifted a brow, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion.
Julie was a little surprised by it herself. So much for not being able to ask a guy she’d just met for a spanking. She wasn’t usually quite so bold. Then again, she was already on her second margarita. Not that she was tipsy or anything. She was just feeling a little naughty. And if she couldn’t be naughty on her birthday, when could she be naughty?
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When he didn’t answer, she gave him a pout. “No? And one of my friends just gave me the cutest heart-shaped paddle, too.” She shrugged. “Maybe later then. I’d much rather see you strip anyway.”
His brows drew together. “Strip?”
Damn, he was really good at staying in character. She nodded. “Yeah, you know, take off your clothes. Though I wouldn’t do it out in the hallway if I were you. Not unless you want my neighbors to really call the cops.”
When he didn’t move, she reached out and grabbed the front of his belt to give it a tug. He didn’t resist, but let her pull him into the entryway. As much as she would have liked to keep her hand right where it was, maybe even move it a little lower, she forced herself to release him. She should probably let him start dancing before she got too familiar. She waited, expecting him to make suggestive little moves with his hips and unbutton his shirt, but he only continued to regard her with that same authoritative expression on his face. Sheesh, this guy was seriously into his role.
Julie took a step closer to him. He was taller than she was by almost a foot and she had to tilt her chin to look up at him. Up close like this, she could see light flecks of green in his golden eyes.
“You’re really good, you know that? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a real cop.” She circled him slowly, running her hand up his arm and over his shoulder, then across his back. “The uniform looks real, that’s for sure.” She let her fingers trail over his opposite shoulder and down his other arm, her gaze going to the gun in the holster at his hip as she walked around to stand in front of him again. “So does the gun.
And the handcuffs.” She ran a finger over the badge on his chest. “And that badge is the best I’ve ever seen.”
As she studied the radio clipped to his left shoulder, she realized it looked real, too.
She didn’t know male strippers wore such authentic getups. She was about to say as much to him when the radio suddenly hissed.
“All units in the vicinity of Bayview, we have a 2-11 in progress…”
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She frowned. Bayview was a neighborhood in the southern part of the city, across town from where she lived in the Lower Pacific Heights section of San Francisco.
Oh…crap. This guy wasn’t a stripper. He was a real cop! She jerked her head up to look at him, her eyes wide.
A slow smile curved his mouth as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “That’s right, ma’am. The uniform is real. The gun is real. The handcuffs are real. The badge is real. And you,” he added meaningfully, “are in real trouble.”
Julie took a step back, her face crimson. “I-I’m really sorry,” she stammered. “I just naturally thought you were a male stripper my friends had hired for my birthday party.
It was an honest mistake.” She looked up at him from beneath her long bangs and chewed nervously on her lower lip. “Are you going to arrest me?”
He lifted a brow. “For what? Disturbing the peace? Or thinking I was a stripper?”
She cringed with embarrassment. “Both.”
His mouth twitched. “I’m pretty sure mistaking a
police officer for a stripper isn’t a crime. As for disturbing the peace, that’s a misdemeanor, so I’m just going to write you a citation and ask you keep the noise to a minimum for the rest of the party. If you’ll step out into the hallway with me, we can do the paperwork while your friends,” he gave the other girls a pointed look, “turn the music down.” He held out his hand toward the door. “After you.”
Julie stepped out into the hallway, then turned to face him, feeling completely mortified. How could she have been so foolish?
Leaving the door slightly ajar, he pulled out his citation pad and a ballpoint pen.
“Name?” he asked, glancing at her as he flipped to a fresh page.
“Julie Hanson.”
She might have been embarrassed, but that didn’t keep her from letting her gaze run over his broad shoulders and well-muscled arms as he wrote her name down. She probably should cut herself a break. Who would think a guy this hot would be a cop?
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With a body like his, he should be working at Chippendales or modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch or something.
He tore off the top sheet from the pad and handed it to her. She scanned the page until she came to the section at the bottom. Beside the words “Issuing Officer” was the name Kirk Chandler. Damn, that had a sexy ring to it. Like he belonged in a romance book. Or had stepped off the pages of one.
“Try to keep the noise down.” His gold eyes narrowed warningly as he put his pen and notepad away. “If I have to come back tonight, you will be in serious trouble.”
She lifted her head to look at him. It might be worth getting in a little trouble just for the chance to see him twice in one night. The thought had her wondering just how loud her iPod speakers could go.