Sleeping With The Enemy
As we walked out, my sister pulled me aside, ushering me into an empty interrogation room with a teasing smile on her face.
“Okay, what the hell actually happened?” she asked as she perched herself on the table, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
Jessica had fiery red hair tied up in a bun, framing her beautiful face with its high cheekbones and piercing green eyes. She stood tall and slender in her sergeant uniform, her frame conveying both grace and strength. Though slim, she looked powerful and strong.
I feigned innocence, pretending not to understand, “Whaaaaaaaat? What- what… that’s nuts. I cannot even-“ I replied, trying to play it cool.