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. She’d 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. They’d snuck off to one of the more private areas, hoping to be able to find a route they could to reach their target’s office. Once they were in, it was a matter of getting the information they needed, and getting out. She’d 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 Eron… 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. She’d be lying if there wasn’t… something there. Something she’d been trying to bury for months now, something she dared not make a move on. Suggesting this… well, she’d be lying if that wasn’t 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. “Of course I’m sure,” she’d whispered before his lips met hers, her motions automatic; natural, but there was nothing behind them. Her eyes weren’t focused on him; they were looking around, ears listening for anything. Footsteps, movement, anything that wasn’t created by them.
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 girl right now. “Those seem like very expensive clothes,” she said, knowing she’d spoken loud enough for the guard to hear. “Too bad I’ll be ripping through them tonight.” The huff and shake of the guard’s head before he disappeared told her she’d certainly been more than successful at selling their distraction.
“Guess my research paid off,” she muttered quietly, waiting a few moments as she stilled. “Mr. Wakefield likes to have his staff hire escorts the attendees can take into one of the many bedrooms for the night.” A clever cover; Alisa hadn’t managed to get her name on the list, but with how many there were and the variety of escorts hired to fit varying tastes, she fit in perfectly with the crowd. “Didn’t think I’d have to make use of that information, though…”
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