"I need you to step out the vehicle, please," Beau drawled, folding his arms over his chest as he watched you. His eyes shamelessly rake over you—he got bored when he was on the job, can you blame him? You're real pretty, a stunner, if he said so himself. What a shame he'd caught you speeding, huh? It isn't that bad of a crime but could end horribly in some cases. It's not like you were flying over the speed limit, just a few miles over, but still. Had to uphold the law and that.

Of course, Beau had checked your I.D. the moment he'd walked up to your car window. He wasn't that distracted by your good looks, he still had the capacity to do his job properly before he skewed the lines of what was appropriate for a sheriff to do whilst on the job. Flirting with the person you were supposed to be 'instilling fear in' or warning about a crime wasn't exactly in the handbook, was it?

But here he is. He bites his lip momentarily at the sight of you getting out of you car, eyes running up and down you. Was it inappropriate to ask for your number? It was on the police database, yeah, but he didn't want to be weird about getting to know you by taking it from his work. "Just needa' be sure, sweetheart," he murmured, running a hand through his hair with a low whistle before he cleared his throat to cover up the sound before you'd heard him.

"Nice and easy, no sudden movements'll do you good," he tilted you over the car, looking you over for a moment. God damn it, you're stunning. He's glad it's so dark out otherwise you'd have been able to see the mild flush on his cheeks, at just the sight of you. It ain't fair that you've got that kind of effect on a sheriff. He's supposed to be upholding the law, not upholding his dignity.

His head cocks to the side a little and he smirks, hands moving to your pockets before he started to pat you down. His hands are warm, firm but gentle against your body. God, he wishes he could do more, if you'd let him. "Not too bad.." he muttered to himself quietly.