In a situation like this, a cover was a cover, and a cover was something they needed to maintain. So far, Alisa had done what she could to keep the crowd attracted to her, keep eyes on her as much as possible, and let him listen in on the conversations of the people present. Sheβd picked a stunning jumpsuit with a deep V in the front that hugged her in all the right places in the torso, leaving just enough to the imagination that the guise worked.
And now it was time to put it to use. Theyβd snuck off to one of the more private areas, hoping to be able to find a route they could to reach their targetβs office. Once they were in, it was a matter of getting the information they needed, and getting out. Sheβd let him slip off first, then managed to sneak away herself after a small, drunken commotion drew the attention of everyone else, guards included, on the opposite side of the party. It was just enough that she could sneak away and meet up with Eronβ¦ except for the fact that there were still a few guards patrolling nearby that needed to finish their rounds.
Was she absolutely sure, suggesting what she had? Not particularly. Sheβd be lying if there wasnβtβ¦ something there. Something sheβd been trying to bury for months now, something she dared not make a move on. Suggesting thisβ¦ well, sheβd be lying if that wasnβt a factor in the back of her mind. But she was sure it was the best way to avoid drawing attention to themselves, or rather, to make themselves look simply like two party-goers who might end up leaving together at the end of the night.
Only when he had her pressed against the wall was she acutely aware of how much bigger he was than her; even though they were playing nothing more than a role right now, and the majority of her senses were tuned to their surroundings, she knew she had to make it seem legitimate. One leg raised, hooking around the back of his thigh as she shifted, angling so she had a line of sight one way just past him, listening for any footsteps she could hear. βOf course Iβm sure,β sheβd whispered before his lips met hers, her motions automatic; natural, but there was nothing behind them. Her eyes werenβt focused on him; they were looking around, ears listening for anything. Footsteps, movement, anything that wasnβt created by them.Β
As she could see a guard peering around the corner, Alisa let out the most drunken girlish giggle she could muster, internally cringing at herself. If there was one thing she was good at, it was sounding like little more than a party girlΒ right now. βThose seem like very expensive clothes,β she said, knowing sheβd spoken loud enough for the guard to hear. βToo bad Iβll be ripping through them tonight.β The huff and shake of the guardβs head before he disappeared told her sheβd certainly been more than successful at selling their distraction.
βGuess my research paid off,β she muttered quietly, waiting a few moments as she stilled. βMr. Wakefield likes to have his staff hire escorts the attendees can take into one of the many bedrooms for the night.β A clever cover; Alisa hadnβt managed to get her name on the list, but with how many there were and the varietyΒ of escorts hired to fit varying tastes, she fit in perfectly with the crowd. βDidnβt think Iβd have to make use of that information, thoughβ¦β
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