𝐈𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋 holden would have a better chance of surviving a round straight to the chest from the litany of .380s that make a subtle perimeter around the room. a dark gaze lingers on the elder woman’s just as his hand slips to the small of erin’s back, and despite the subtlety of the exchange, he’s acutely aware that they’re being WATCHED. it’s the light eyes of the head of security that he catches next, but with a nearly imperceptible shake of his head, holden assures that the pair need not be accompanied on their ventures. he waits to speak only until after the doors of the elevator in the rear of the building have slipped closed, the cool metal of the wall bleeding through his suit jacket. ‘ things are getting messy back home, ’ he says, apropos of the question that has yet to be posed. there’s no tie around his neck, the first two buttons of his dress shirt already undone, but he can’t deny the phantom tightening that’s made itself the catalyst of his little RETREAT. ‘ i’m flying out saturday, so i figured we could have a little impromptu going away party. ’ the elevator glides smoothly as they rapidly ascend floor after floor, the illuminated p betraying their destination. the elevator dings once they stop, and holden steps through the opened doors, sending a look over his shoulder back at the girl. ‘ unless you were ENJOYING yourself down there. ’
THE THIN VENEER OF CUFF LINKS AND SILK SKIRTS does little to conceal the danger that lurks in shadows that grow like weeds at the first light of spring. you could dress up a dog in all of the finery in the world but at the end of the day a beast was still a BEAST and the hand that rests at the base of her spine just might feel predatory if she had an ounce of self-preservation. ‘ mmmmm and it’s your job to go home and clean house ? ’ her lips wrap around the purr as she relaxes against the back of the elevator, the mirrored surface cool against the heat surging beneath her skin; those drinks she’d nursed all night hadn’t been strictly water. it would be all too easy to linger in that little metal box long enough for the doors to slide closed once more and begin her decent back into the real world but her head had always been far more comfortable in the clouds. ‘ i feel terrible, i didn’t even bring a gift. ’ her empty hands spread wide in emphasis that she had nothing more than the bit of fabric clinging to the swell of her hips as she follows the desperation whispered in the taut set of his shoulders. ‘ does this mean i’m finally getting that souvenir you promised me ? ’
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