“Aiden, let’s move it!” I yelled at my slow partner who was taking his time to shove the last bit of his sandwich in his mouth.

“I’m coming Ashweee” He mumbled back with a mouthful.

Once Aiden was finished we quickly gathered our gear then headed out to the patrol car.

“So what’s the scoop?” Aiden asked.

“We got a call about five minutes ago from a UCLA student. The retard locked their keys in the car.” I rolled my eyes.

This has got to be one of the most annoying parts of the job. I mean, I haven’t had any action all day and this is what I get?

“Can you handle this one alone then Ash?” Aiden asked. “I just don’t see the point in the two of us going to unlock a car.”

“Fine, but you so get the next one.” I winked at my partner and he frowned.

The drive to UCLA was rather boring. And it didn’t help that I was really dreading having to unlock another door for ANOTHER irresponsible teenager. Okay, so I understand locking your keys in your car happens, but we literally get at least thirty calls a day for this b.s.

I drove around the parking lot for a few minutes looking for the license plate 2ht2ride and finally came across it. And to my surprise there was Spencer, leaning on the hood of her Eclipse, twirling her keys around her finger with a sexy smirk on her face. Oh she’s so clever.

I just shook my head in disbelief as I pulled up next to the car and then climbed out of the Mustang and stood by the door.

“Hey good lookin’” The blonde said, her smile growing larger.

“Neil B. Forme… Really Spencer? I shoulda known this was a trick.” I chuckled at the alias she used.

“Sorry babe, I just couldn’t stand not seeing you.” She pouted. “I missed you”

My smile increased tenfold as I strolled over to blonde and placed both hands on her hips, propping her on to the hood of the car so I could stand in between her legs.

“It’s only been a couple hours Spence.” I murmured in her ear.

“A couple hours too many” She hissed into my mouth, capturing my lips in passionate kiss.