But it’s all about putting up a show, pretending things are safe enough for students to continue walking these halls and that they’ll protect them from a killer on the loose, while they slowly take over control.
There’s too much testosterone in this school now, and it’s making me sick.
Detective Foley and his minions think they can take over my domain without a price.
I don’t think so.
Pushing up my bra, I approach one of the cops stationed outside the main building with a deadly smile on my face. “Hey, how are you doing?”
He smiles back. “Fine, thanks for asking.”
“Aren’t you going to ask me how my day’s been?” I giggle. “Apart from the fact that the whole school is now swarming with cops, of course.”
“Sorry, miss, it’s a precaution, nothing more.”
“Oh no, I’m not mad at all. I love cops,” I reply, twirling my hair. “They make me feel so safe.”
He smiles. “Well, I’m glad we’re able to provide some comfort.”
“Thank you for your assistance, Officer,” I say, closing the distance.
“Is there something you need, miss?” he asks.
“No, nothing in particular. I’ve just always wanted to see a cop here.” I bite my lip, and I wait until his eyes lower before I slip out my tongue to wet them too. That trick always works.
He clears his throat. “I’m sure you’ve met them before.”
“But none as handsome as you.” I lean in to place a hand on his chest, roping him in with charm. “What’s your name?”
“Bob.”
First-name basis. Got it. “My name’s Sunny, and I’d love to know if you guys are allowed to go on dates.”
“Dates?” His whole face begins to glow.
“I am really, really into big, hunky men like you.” I slip my hand slowly down his ample pecs.
“Oh my …” he mumbles, completely enamored.
“Would you consider going out on a date with me?” I ask with a grin.
His brows furrow for a split second. “I don’t know if that’s—”
“C’mon, it’ll be fun, just the two of us, a romantic candlelight dinner …” I twirl his hair a little bit. “No annoying students to keep a watch on.”
He tilts his head. “I don’t know.”
“Tell you what, how about I put my number in your phone, and you can call me whenever you’re up for it?”
I lean in to place a sweet, irresistible peck on his cheek.
He swallows as I keep twirling his hair, and then he sighs. “All right.”
He pulls out his phone, and I snatch it from his hand before he can retract it. I sift through his contacts and pull out my ownphone. “I don’t remember my own number, so I just gotta copy it.”
Pretending to be a dumb broad is my shtick.
With a smirk on my face, I scroll down until I find the exact phone number of Detective Foley, then take a picture of his phone, without the flash, of course.
