POLYGRAPH: DESIRE REVEALED
Sidonie Spice
Copyright 2011 Sidonie Spice
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Polygraph: Desire Revealed
Sidonie Spice
When I walk into the conference room, the first thing I see is Detective Pete Elliot squirming uncomfortably in his seat, hooked up to a polygraph machine. Across the table from him, the polygraph tech, Diana, is consulting the readout on her laptop. It isn’t exactly the scenario I’d expected to find in here.
“Diana… why are you holding my detective captive when I need him to go to the docks with Nick?”
Sighing with over-exaggerated relief, Pete begins pulling wires off his body. “Thank you, boss.”
Resisting the urge to ask exactly why thanks are in order, I incline my head toward the door. “Nick’s waiting out back. Go.”
He complies without argument, and I turn to Diana, who’s looking wistfully after him. “What were you torturing him with this time?”
Gathering up a handful of wires, she shoots me a mock glare. “I needed to check the equipment was calibrated properly, and I wasn’t done.”
“Sorry, but he’s a cop, not a guinea pig.” I sit on the edge of the conference table, watching her analyse the data on her screen. She’s tall, blonde and utterly seductive, but she acts as though she doesn’t even realise how attractive she is. Her tight blouse clings to her breasts, and I tear my gaze away with an effort. “Is it working?”
“You stole my test subject just as he was starting to sweat, so I’m not sure. The least you could do is be a gentleman and help me out.” She shoots me a playful grin, one hand on her hip in a parody of irritation, and impulsively I nod.
“Okay. Get in the chair.”
“That wasn’t what I meant,” she protests.
“I know. Never taken a polygraph yet, though – don’t see why I should start now.”
Diana hesitates, then rolls her eyes and sits down. She begins to hook herself up to various sensors, her movements practised and efficient. “How is it possible that you’ve been a cop for this long, and you’ve never taken a polygraph test?”