He secretly vowed, he just wanted a routine body search. But the sight in front of him made him feel helpless.
Damn it, she actually dressed like this today. He tried to control himself, but his gaze uncontrollably fixed on her slender waist, the short skirt, and—her round and perky hips, and her long, straight legs.
Luckily, he was only looking at her from the back; if she were to turn around… he feared he might flee in embarrassment for the first time in his life in front of a suspect.
He took another deep breath, placing his hand on her arm, using the usual technique, his fingertips sliding along her arm down to her soft and delicate shoulder, moving sideways, then sliding to her waist, and finally sliding down the sides of her legs.
