Bad Cops (Taming the Brat)
© Danni Trantor 2012
The right of Danni Trantor to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance the Copyrights, Designs and Patents Act 1988. Copying of this manuscript, in whole or in part, without the written permission of the author is strictly prohibited.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
Margaret let herself into her apartment without a care in the world. Business had been good to her recently, but then business was always good to someone like her. The fact that her business tended to be on the wrong side of the law was not something to ever get her down: she was used to getting her own way, and that was all there was to it.
Reaching into her bag for her keys, she smoothed out her Chanel dress, a slinky little number, and caught sight of herself in the glossy reflection of the door. Her large, Aviator glasses covered an elegant face and her body was slender and graceful. Everyone wanted to fuck her, of course, and she was always willing to let plenty of men think that they could do so - not that anyone did, of course: she used ever wile at her disposal to make sure that any man she met was wrapped around her little finger.