Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
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O pening my eyes, I glanced up to see the bottom of Ronin’s face.
Where the hell was I?
Shifting my sight around, I saw Corbin sitting at my feet. He was chatting with a woman dressed in a way too skimpy maid’s outfit. Fighting the urge to roll my eyes at his stereotypical choice of uniform for his wait staff for the evening, I carefully moved my body just enough so that Ronin knew I was awake.
He and I needed to chat. He couldn’t do anything to knock me out during this mission. Pretending to pass out was one thing and a part of the plan, but using acupressure points to knock me out…No. Absolutely not.
Tossing the blanket off of my body, I turned to glare at him, making sure all Corbin could see was my back.
“What’s up, baby cakes? You feelin’ good?”
Narrowing my eyes, I reached up, resting my hand on the left side of Ronin’s face.
God, I wanted to slap him.
“I’m wonderful. Thank you.” He tossed out a chuckle because he knew, with one hundred percent clarity, that I was ticked the hell off. “My clothes? Where are they?”
“Aww, don’t cover that beautiful body?” Corbin’s voice drifted over from behind me, pissing me off even further.
Ignoring Corbin completely, I stood and stared down at my partner’s wrist. Ronin’s eyes followed mine. His watch told us we had five minutes before we had to begin placing our bugs throughout the space. Half of them were tucked into little pockets sewn into the bust line of my corset.
“Clothes,” I said.
He jumped up immediately because my tone was an order, not a question. Turning, I stared at Corbin. No smile, no anything—I was so done with the male gender for the moment. Ronin returned and bent down in front of me, my skirt in hand.
“Step,” he said, and I did into the puddle of material before my feet.
Slipping the bejeweled, semi-see-through material back up my legs, he hooked everything back together as Corbin continued to stare at me.
Good because now I had the attention of the man I needed, which was the point of this mission. The material of the corset hit my upper body, and as soon as the last hook was done, Ronin caught my eyes.
“Skydancer, you and Highflyer are looking good.” Hal’s voice came through my earpiece. “Recon is a go. I repeat, your recon mission is a go.”
“Ronin, would you accompany me to the restroom?” Saying our code phrase aloud had him jumping up and wrapping his arm around my shoulders.
“See you in a few, Corbin,” Ronin said, and off we went.
About twenty minutes and thirty bugged microphones and cameras later, Ronin and I met back at the front door, embracing in a hug. Ronin whispered in my ear. “You enjoyed that session on the cross way more than I expected. Did you enjoy it as much as it appeared?”
I didn’t want to contemplate the answer to this question right now, let alone answer it.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Ronin. I’m a good actress.”
“So the wetness all over my hand and your pussy clamping down on my fingers was acting?” The smug smirk on his face irritated me even more.
“Kegels. They work every time.”
“Liar. You loved it.”
“I’ll never tell,” I said over my shoulder and pulled open the front door. “I’m going outside for a few moments to grab some fresh air.”
Closing the door before he could respond felt good. I slowly made my way down the front walk, desperately wanting to get rid of my heels. My legs and feet were killing me. Sitting on the middle step, I began to unbuckle the beautiful, pain-filled contraptions.
Male footsteps sounded behind me, and I sighed. “Ronin, I just need a moment. I promise.”
A sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and everything went black.