He sat on the chair across from you smoking cigarette as his eyes were burning through you. Bend over with elbows resting on knees, his strong biceps didn’t go unnoticed from this angle.

Lifting eyes from his folder, your eyes met.

Tyler Kerr was a drug and arms dealer in the same age as you, his name making problems these last months on your police department. He was multiple times caught doing illegal trafficking, but there was mysteriously never enough evidence for him to be send behind the bars.

This time, he once again got in trouble and your job, as his investigator, was to interrogate him and decide about his freedom. It wasn’t the first, and you had a feeling, it wouldn’t be your last meeting as well.

He blew a lungful of smoke into the air lazily, eyes not leaving you as he leaned back slightly in his chair, arms crossing over his broad chest, a small smirk toying at the corner of his lips as he lifted one eyebrow.

"Bet you bite your lip like that in bed too," he said bluntly, looking you up and down with a critical eye.