Page 35 of The Spy
Saff shook her head. "Actually, no. I've got a training session to go to, so you two can figure this out on your own."
Tabs groaned. "Please don't leave me with him."
"It's no picnic for me either, you know. Like I don't have shit to do."
“Life is so hard for you,” she said with an eye roll. "Fine. I'll get some suits in different colors."
She turned to the dresses we had on the racks. Some of them didn’t have very much fabric. "We've got some lovely off-the-shoulder ones."
I frowned at that. Why did she need to have off-the-shoulder things?
Genevieve, our team stylist, gave me a sheepish smile when she walked in with a rolling hanger full of more clothes. "Well,” she said, “the brief I was given said sexy, so I think those are perfect. I'm dressing her like Gina Torres on that Suits show. I know those suits were meant to be professional, but they were hot."
I frowned. "I'm not sure how I feel about her wearing things that are hot."
Tabatha rolled her eyes. "I'm supposed to be enticing, right? That's the whole idea."
I gritted my teeth. The last thing Tabatha needed was to be more enticing. "Yes, it is the whole idea, but where the hell are you going to put weapons in that thing?"
Genevieve grinned. "I have several ideas about that. Miss Smith, can you go in the dressing room and remove the dress and come back out?"
Tabatha's eyes went wide. "Back out? Without clothes? Here? Now?"
She nodded. "Yes. We need to assess the weapons placement and make sure that your Beretta can be positioned accessibly in your undergarments, as I've been told that this is a Romeo mission."
I swallowed hard. Romeo missions called for seduction.
You knew it could end up like that.
I had known. I just refused to believe it. My brain had deliberately ignored the possibility.
Because I was not going to let that happen. She had her mission, but I had my own, and it was to keep Jennings Tate’s grubby paws off Tabatha.
Genevieve looked surprised. "It's right here on the brief. She's to get him to trust her, and she may have to seduce the target."
Tabatha flushed. I could see the pink dusting her cheeks. Just barely. Her light brown skin made it subtle, but I could tell.
That's because you spend so much time paying attention to her.
Which was also true.
"I don't need Tabatha to come out in her underwear."
"Okay. But I still need to check the garters, which is where her weapons and holster will be."
I swallowed hard. "Fine. Put a dress on her or something."
Tabatha narrowed her gaze at me. "Don't worry, I wouldn't subject you to my nudity. Although, I look fucking brilliant starkers."
I rolled my eyes, but I had imagined so many ways that she'd look fan-fucking-tastic naked.
You're a pig.
Shut it.
She came out in a white dress cut to mid-thigh, and I swallowed hard at the long expanse of legs on display. Genevieve walked toward her but tripped on her own feet, tossing several garters at me. I picked one up from the pile and frowned at it. "How the hell is this supposed to hold her weapons?"
"Miss Smith, if you can just come here, let’s show him."
