#thread;bella

“oh darling,” bella laughed, the sound as sultry as it was amused. “it’ll take a little more than that to win me over.”

“you don’t have to patronise me. this isn’t my first rodeo,” bella quipped, looking up from where she’d been checking her nails. “do you want me to bring a gun or am i just there to be a distracting piece of ass?”

the casino for their current job - only espionage at this point - was crowded. bella had dressed to blend in, despite her natural inclination to wishing to stand out. the black dress was nondescript, beyond the way it pasted itself to her frame. vanity wouldn’t permit her to look frumpy. linked arm in arm with dorian - who while he smelled delicious and dressed well, was a prick - she walked through the casino until they spotted their target at a poker table. “only one of us can play. the other needs to be watching,” she murmured through red lacquered lips. “it makes sense for me to be the bait. i’m prettier than you.” when seats came free, bella let dorian take one before perching delicately on his lap. she wasn’t the only trophy at the table but she preened in the knowledge that she was absolutely the prettiest. leaning down to whisper into dorian’s ear, she murmured, “if you touch my ass, i’ll chop your balls off while you sleep.”