“Okay, well, let us get to it. I have got a product I think The Company wants us to use. The only problem is I am not sure how we can administer it without it being too obvious.”
“Well, give me what you have and we will see what we can do. I have already done some reconnaissance; we have got approximately two hours until we need to be at the hotel to make contact with the target.”
I nod, making my way over to the sofa. Sitting down, I spread my legs wide and reach into my pocket. Bringing out the two vials of liquid, I nod to each one to get her attention.
“This here is called Widow’s Grace.” I shake one of the vials. “This here is its antidote.” I shake the other. “It is designed to be ingested by the target. Between thirty to forty minutes after consumption, a heart attack will occur. It is untraceable, odourless, and gives his poor widow some peace.”
“Hmm.” Fae muses. “So, if I were to get it on my body, I’d have thirty to forty minutes to drink the antidote to save my life?”
“Yes,” I reply simply.
“Great.” She claps her hands and walks over to me. “I’ll be taking these.” She snaps the vials out of my hand before I can even react and starts retreating into her room. Standing up slowly, I follow her.
“We are a team on this, remember, Tink. I need to know your plans for your safety.”
“Yes, sir,” her sinful lips say and my cock stirs at the image of her on her knees saying that to me. “I know the rules.”
She turns her back to me as I scramble to follow her to her room. I come to a stop as my jaw falls open. Her once perfectly organised bedroom is destroyed. Artwork, mirrors, photo frames all smashed. Upon closer inspection, I notice her bed has been destroyed too.
“What the fuck, Tink?” I bark, making her jump. “Did someone break in?”
“Oh that? No, that was me versus a bat.” Her sweet-as-honey smirk slides across her face as my lips twitch.
“Who won?”
“The bat did, obviously,” she responds in the most ‘duh’ sounding voice I think I have ever heard.
Against my better judgement, a laugh trickles out of me. I am not sure who is more shocked, me or her. But for once, it feels good to laugh. God, this woman is amazing. I cannot wait until she is mine.
CHAPTER 5
FAE
Fluffing up my hair, I take one last look in the mirror. It sounds arrogant, but I know I look good. I have always wondered if my dad waited to see if I would be conventionally attractive before he pushed me into this role, or if this was always going to be my destiny.
The muted steel blue dress clings to me like it was built around my body. The structured corset pulls my waist tight and forces my hips into a fuller, exaggerated curve. The ruched fabric drapes diagonally across my stomach and hips, sculpting everything to look smooth and intentional, while the deep slit exposes one tanned, toned leg. The neckline lifts my breasts just enough to feel sexy and the long train trails behind me, turning my silhouette into something unapologetically commanding.
Silver strappy heels complement the diamonds scattered across the train. I add a diamond heart necklace and matching earrings Felix got me for our eighteenth birthday to complete the look.
It’s showtime, baby.
God, I fucking hate this job.
The only difference between me and an escort is that I get to kill the fucker at the end. I also highly doubt an escort went touniversity to learn the tricks of the trade. It was probably more of a learn-on-the-job vibe.
Grabbing the vial of poison, I quickly distribute it into an old lip gloss. Mixing it together, I pop it into my bag, double-check that I have the antidote, and make my way into the living room.
Roman sits with his legs wide, like the arrogant tosser that he is. I know, as women, we are meant to be annoyed at this position. We even have a name for it now, manspreading. But I can’t help it. Anything Roman does makes him look sexy.
“Ready?” I ask.
Roman’s head jolts up like he wasn’t expecting me, his eyes doing their usual murderous perusal. One day I am definitely going to ask him how many times he has fantasised about killing me. Clearing his throat, he slowly stands and Jesus Christ, even that is sexy.
“Ready,” he nods, licking his lips. “Here, I got this for you.”
He reaches into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulls out a lipstick. I can’t help but frown and make no move to take it. Even from here, I can see it is my favourite brand. I wonder if he knew that or just took a wild guess.
“Go on, take it,” he taunts, shaking the Dior gold-plated lipstick in my direction.