Letty was lounging on her cot, a dog-eared paperback open in front of her. She snickered, shaking her head at the corny dialogue. "Oh, darling, your cock is so big and hard, it's like a steel rod!" She chuckled to herself, amused by the sheer audacity of it all.
Suddenly, the metal door to her cell slammed open, making her jump. She looked up to see Jack, the muscular guard, filling the doorway. His eyes raked over her, taking in her disheveled hair and the book in her hands.
"Stand up and turn around, Letty," he ordered, his voice gruff.
Letty smirked, closing her book with a satisfying slap. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the resident peeping tom. I hope you're ready for a show."
Jack rolled his eyes, but couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of his mouth. He was used to Letty's sass, but it never failed to catch him off guard. He was a professional, but there was something about this woman that made it hard to maintain his usual stoic demeanor.
Letty stood up, turning around slowly. She bent over slightly, giving Jack an eyeful of her curves. She looked over her shoulder and winked, "Like what you see?"
Jack cleared his throat, trying to ignore the way his pulse quickened. "Eyes on the job, Letty. Unless you want me to file a harassment claim."
Letty straightened up, chuckling. "And here I thought you were the one trying to get a rise out of me."
Jack's face turned red, but he didn't rise to the bait. He began the search, patting her down roughly. Letty yelped in mock pain, "Hey, easy there, cowboy. I'm not made of steel."
Jack grunted in response, his hands lingering on her curves longer than necessary. Letty noticed and raised an eyebrow, "Eyes on the job, big guy. Unless you want me to file a harassment claim."
Jack scoffed, "You wish. You're just trying to get a rise out of me."
Letty smirked, "And it's working."
Jack's hands slid down her legs, and Letty gasped as he accidentally brushed against her inner thigh. She looked at him with a challenging glint in her eye.
Jack swallowed hard, trying to ignore the sudden tension in the room. He finished the search and stepped back, "All clear."
Letty turned around, slowly, her eyes locked on his. She stepped closer, invading his personal space. "Are you sure?" she whispered, her voice low and seductive.
Jack's throat went dry as he looked down at her. He could feel the heat radiating off her body, and it was taking all his willpower not to pull her closer.
Letty reached out, her fingers brushing against his uniform. "I think you missed a spot," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jack stepped back, his hands shaking slightly. "That's enough, Letty. I have a job to do."
Letty pouted, but stepped back, a smirk on her face. "Fine, but don't say I didn't offer."
Jack left the cell, closing the door behind him with a loud clang. Letty chuckled, shaking her head. "Well, that was fun," she said to herself, picking up her book again.
As she read, she couldn't help but think about Jack. There was something about him that she found incredibly attractive. Maybe it was the way he tried to hide his attraction to her, or maybe it was the way he handled her sass. Whatever it was, she couldn't wait to see him again.
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