WILLA
"Excuse me," Verah said, her voice dropping into something sultry and very much not natural.
I stayed where I was, watching.
Like I said, I was the last person who should be doing this. My charm was nonexistent. I would ruin it before it even began.
Verah leaned over the desk, slow and intentional, her smile turning soft, almost playful. Her lashes fluttered as she fixed her gaze on the officer.
He was good-looking—round face, stubble lining his jaw, wavy brown hair but his expression didn't change.
"Yeah?" he said flatly.
"Officer Rowan?" Verah asked, reading the name on his badge. Her voice just a little too sweet.
His eyes flicked to her for a second. "Who's asking?"
Then drifted away again. I groaned internally. This was a disaster. He wasn't even looking at her.
But Verah only smiled.
She turned slightly, just enough to catch my eye and winked. Then she faced him again.
Her fingers slid to the edge of her neckline, gripping it lightly. And pulled.
