Goodness, the man knew how to work a suit and, as she circled him, she couldn't resist running a hand down his back. It was a simple indulgence, one that she'd give into this once because she could. After that, though, all bets were off.
He was hers tonight, all hers, and since he'd lost the bet, well. He had to play by her rules. It really was a shame, she'd decided, that he had no idea just how ruthless she could be; his silver tongue wasn't only good for winning court cases and she was going to make sure he put it to good use tonight.
Coming around front, she took hold of the bottom of his tie and gave it a sharp tug, Remaining stoic was going to be impossible, she knew it, for the both of them. Of course, only one of them had to pay the price for backtalk and she was there to make sure he knew that she'd do her worst if he didn't play by all the rules.
Wearing a black lace bra and panty set, she'd made sure that her black four inch Louboutins were the crowning glory. Hair pinned on top of her head to keep it off her shoulders and she was ready for the games to begin.
Amsterdam had been a nightmare.
Between finding the tracker that they'd dug out of Eyal's thigh to actually planning to be beaten up in public in order to land herself in the Embassy's infirmary, Annie was fairly certain that she, Auggie and Eyal had really only managed to survive the ordeal by the skin of their teeth.
Running, being shot at and boat jumping, not to mention the part where she'd hunted a known terrorist down on her own and pretty much convinced him to go kill his own father... it had left her exhausted. By the time the plane landed back in DC, she wanted nothing more than to sink into a hot bath and sleep for twenty-four straight hours.
Thankfully, she knew someone with an exquisite bathtub. And even better? That person would have been furious if she hadn't gone to see him first.
So, it was with no small amount of pleasure that Annie took her bruised and battered body over to Clayton Webb's house at five in the morning and knocked.
"At least we have something interesting to put in the baby book," Annie said as she looked out over the dark skies and pounding rain. The parking lot outside the window was a virtual swimming pool, and though she'd tried to keep the tension out of her voice, she had a feeling she hadn't done a very good job.
Thankfully, she'd put the Corvette in an above-ground garage, but her Golf was somewhere down there, swimming around in the mess. The tension she was feeling was as high as it would have been in any other crazy situation, but the fact that this one was just outside her window didn't make her feel very good. Turning back to Auggie, she took a breath. "How're you doing over there?"
The power had gone out three hours earlier, and though it didn't put him at a disadvantage, she'd stocked up on candles and a flashlight for herself. They'd met at his apartment just because he could move better in it, but that meant her car was a goner and hurricane insurance wasn't part of the package.
It also meant that the ultrasound they'd been scheduled for had been re-scheduled.
It had been a whirlwind of a return: first, Bluebonnet and all that had entailed. Then, seeing Eyal again, and all that had entailed. Getting in on the mission with Mossad, finding out about the watch they were after and figuring out how best to break into the bank...
Annie was surprised that her body and mind hadn't simply given up. Given out. Dropped onto the floor and said, 'No more, we're done'.
Instead, she found herself at eleven o'clock at night, writing the same name over and over again on a pad of paper, trying to perfect the signature of the Mossad asset that would get her into the bank vault. There was only one way to do it - this way - and only one chance to get it right. It didn't matter that her eyes were swimming or that her entire body was aching; this needed to be done, and done right. What was sleep anymore?
Setting the pen down, she rubbed her fingertips over her eyes and sighed. Another thirty minutes, then she'd go home.