KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Finally losing her patience, Joan Shaw walked over to the passenger side and knocked on the window.
"Excuse me, sir. Your vehicle is illegally parked..."
As she spoke, her fist continued to rap rhythmically against the glass.
The woman inside was getting impatient. Her clothes were almost completely stripped off, and if the man on top of her pulled away now, she would be completely exposed.
"Miles, just get rid of her, will you?" Shona Joplin cooed, hooking her slender, pale arms around Miles Xavier's neck.
His good mood utterly ruined by the traffic cop outside, an expression of displeasure appeared on Miles Xavier's face.
He rolled down the window, and a blast of cold air immediately rushed in. His body was still on top of Shona Joplin, but he reached out a long arm, grabbed his suit jacket pocket, and pulled out a card.
