“He’s coming over here, but don’t look yet…”
“Look at who?” Tyler spun his head without a second thought. The Russian oligarch they were hunting locked eyes with him before roaming down the rest of his boldly dressed form.
Tyler calmly took a sip of his drink and turned back to his partner. James sighed loudly, “I really should’ve gotten the honeypot bodysuit. This mission is too important”
“Then you shouldn’t have picked heads” Tyler reminded him, sticking his tongue out.
“Stop you’re going to ruin your makeup”
“ sToP, YoUr’E GoInG tO rUiN YoUr MAkEuP” Tyler mocked. Making a face and pretending to cry like a baby.
A shadow engulfed their table, stopping the two bickering girls. “Excuse me ladies, I hate to be rude and interrupt but you caught my attention. What were you beautiful women arguing about?”
Tyler loved having another excuse to ridicule his partner, “Well, ‘Mr. Mysterious Man With an Accent’ we had agreed to draw sticks for who got to wear this ‘dress’. And now he’s complaining that I got to wear it.”
“Well, some people might be better suited for that ‘dress’ and they can do a better job with it.” James argued back.
“A better job? I literally got Kristoff to come to our table?” Tyler quickly regretted that last part, James eyes widened in shock. Why would he say his name?
“Ah, ladies ladies. If there is anything I have learned in this life, jealousy is no object. You’ve heard of my work?”
Tyler giggled, thinking quickly, “No, we’re actually international spies hunting you down.” James expression becoming even more stressed.
Luckily Kristoff seemed to be playing along, “Ah yes, you American ladies always trying something. If these are the kinds of spies they’re sending I’d be happy to be investigated a little further.” Kristoff’s hand landed on Tyler’s shoulder. “Perhaps you can find what you’re looking for in my suite?” James relaxed a bit, with these bodies it was really too easy no matter who got to be the bait.