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. Sheโd 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. Theyโd snuck off to one of the more private areas, hoping to be able to find a route they could to reach their targetโs office. Once they were in, it was a matter of getting the information they needed, and getting out. Sheโd 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 Eronโฆ 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. Sheโd be lying if there wasnโtโฆ something there. Something sheโd been trying to bury for months now, something she dared not make a move on. Suggesting thisโฆ well, sheโd be lying if that wasnโt 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. โOf course Iโm sure,โ sheโd whispered before his lips met hers, her motions automatic; natural, but there was nothing behind them. Her eyes werenโt focused on him; they were looking around, ears listening for anything. Footsteps, movement, anything that wasnโt created by them.ย
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 girlย right now. โThose seem like very expensive clothes,โ she said, knowing sheโd spoken loud enough for the guard to hear. โToo bad Iโll be ripping through them tonight.โ The huff and shake of the guardโs head before he disappeared told her sheโd certainly been more than successful at selling their distraction.
โGuess my research paid off,โ she muttered quietly, waiting a few moments as she stilled. โMr. Wakefield likes to have his staff hire escorts the attendees can take into one of the many bedrooms for the night.โ A clever cover; Alisa hadnโt managed to get her name on the list, but with how many there were and the varietyย of escorts hired to fit varying tastes, she fit in perfectly with the crowd. โDidnโt think Iโd have to make use of that information, thoughโฆโ
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