“Araya, you’re good, but if she didn’t crack under Hale and me, she’s probably not going to crack under you,” Brazen scoffs.
“I’m not good, Brazen, I’m the best. The best in the whole damn network, and it’s that way for a reason.”
“So what did you see that we missed?” Hale grumbles.
“I can’t believe I ever thought the two of you knew the first damn thing about women,” I retort, and then I pull out a small black miniskirt.
Their eyes widen as I climb out of my pants, and I roll my eyes at their juvenile behavior despite their anger. Clay whips around quickly to refocus his attention on our chained suspect.
“Really? It’s not like everyone here hasn’t seen me in less,” I scold.
Brazen’s eyes immediately cut to Clay, and he holds his hands up innocently as he stammers, “Only by accident… every time. She has no modesty.”
Brazen and Hale both stifle a grin, and I can see their anger starting to melt now. I slip into the black leather skirt, and then I pull on a purple shirt that hangs off one shoulder. The digital pad for fingerprints is sitting beside the door, and I collect it along with the mouth swabs. I fluff my hair a little before walking out of the room and joining the full blood.
“Why did she change into that?” I hear Brazen grumble.
“To show us who is still in control,” Hale gripes, but he’s so very wrong.
I smirk as I walk into the room holding the supplies, and I fake a stumble as I drop everything to the ground.
“Damn it,” I gripe while bending over to pick it all up, and I can feel her eyes burning against me.
“I’d help you, but I’m a little restrained,” she says softly, and I look up to let my hybrid blues catch her pale eyes.
“I’m sure you wouldn’t really want to help me anyway,” I murmur with an unworthy pout.
“I’m not like that. I actually happen to find hybrids incredibly interesting and sexy.”
“I can’t tell,” Hale scoffs from the other side.
Idiot.
“Oh,” I giggle out with a flirty air. “I’m sorry, but I have to fingerprint you if that’s okay.”
I stand up and clumsily scatter the objects around as I act like a youthful hybrid -one nervous around a pretty full blood girl.
“You don’t have to be so nervous. I can’t bite you,” she seduces, and I smirk as I bat my lashes at her.
I lean over to take her hand in mine so I can start the fingerprint impressions, and her breath hitches as her body goes rigid.
“Am I hurting you?” I ask with coy innocence while pressing her finger onto the pad.
“No,” she exhales while swallowing hard. “You’re just very, very sexy.”
“Oh,” Hale and Brazen both rattle out with exaggerated drama when they finally realize what I was trying to tell them.
“Thank you,” I giggle out like a foolish girl. “You’re very pretty,” I giddily chirp while pressing her other finger to the pad.
“So… do you like those baboons who came in here with me earlier?” she asks leadingly.
“Why do you ask that?” I murmur while intentionally pressing my breasts against her as I fingerprint her other hand.
“I was just curious. They seem like the type to go after a pretty girl like you,” she smolders out.
I hear the uncomfortable shifting behind the glass, and I smile at her.
“I’m just the lab support girl. They’re both captains. Besides, even if they were interested, I wouldn’t be. I have a… different sort of preference,” I lie.
