The shoplifter stepped into the interrogation room, her heart racing as she waited for the police officer to enter. She couldn't believe she had been caught stealing. As the door opened, revealing a burly officer, her eyes widened in fear.
"Hi, sweetheart," the officer greeted her with a smirk. He was in his late forties, his uniform tight against his muscular frame. "I hear you've been a bad girl."
The girl, who was barely eighteen, swallowed hard as she felt the officer's gaze rake over her body. She was used to getting attention for her curves, but this was different. This was scary.
"Officer," she stammered, "I-I didn't mean to... I just needed the money."
The officer chuckled, crossing the room to tower over her. " The book was so interesting I couldn't put it down.
