silence

twenty seven

Athena

He stands me up to run me through the basics.

"To start, I need you to pretend you have no overbearing brothers, no protective friends. I want no boyfriend talk at all." He says and I nod my head eagerly. "Good. Secondly, I need confidence like you've never seen before. I want all the physical self love up in here."

"Got it. I'll give it my best."

He smiles at that. "Perfect darling. Thirdly, we're dealing with narcissistic men here. I'm talking CEO's, mafia dons, gang leaders, bosses, dominance to the max. Which means submissiveness is your holy grail. They like their women quiet, pretty, underdressed as fuck, and domesticated."

I reluctantly nod my head. "Right so, trophy wife type?"

"Trophy wife type," he agrees. "It all comes together in the moment. You give barely clothed body, plus down to have sex virgin, plus compliant naive little girl, and it'll equal mission success in no time. You ready to try darling?" Laurent asks sweetly.

"I can give it a go." I shrug my shoulders with a smile.

He sits down in the couch and leans back. His right arm rests on the back of the headrest of the black material and his left lays in his lap. His legs are positioned with one on the ground and one bent and resting on the other knee. He looks very cocky.

"Okay so, I want you to pretend I'm a target here. You need to get me distracted for five minutes max."

I give a slight nod to show I understand and he urges me to have a go. I look down at the clothes I'm wearing. First step - barely dressed. I take my top off, leaving me in a triangle sports crop top. I leave my shorts as they are. Check.

Second step - look pretty and virginal, like a princess. I look over at Laurent who's pretending to be on his phone. I see him look up at me. I make eye contact and smile, looking away. He raises his eyebrows. Looking back at him, he gestures me over.

"Good work darling. What's next?"

Step three - sexy and willing. I take my hair out of its ponytail and ruffle it up slightly. I purse my lips at Laurent and crawl onto his lap. His hand finds my ass while his other stays on the couch.

As I kneel on either side, I flip my hair with my arm over my head. I grind forwards and backwards over him and heavily exaggerate how sexual I'd usually act in that position with someone.

I see Laurent smile and I stop my movements. Sitting back on the tops of his knees, I look up at him waiting for an answer.

"That was pretty much perfect darling! Well done."

I smile and climb off him, putting my shirt back on.

"It'll come with experience how to play certain situations. Like if they're at the bar, or sitting down, or surrounded by men. Stay safe and keep as comfortable as possible. It's usually easy to get an agent out of those situations quickly so keep your mic turned on always and you'll have all the help you need." He explains. Hearing that makes me feel more comfortable.

"Okay you're done for the day darling. Go get back to your brothers, I'll see you around though, I'm always up for a chat or any advice about anything. It was nice to meet you." Laurent dismisses me. I politely dismiss him too and leave the room through the door I entered with Ronan.

My brothers are waiting in the shooting range. They don't hear me come in.

"She's an amazing aim." Ronan compliments.

"It's probably natural, Phoenix is too." Isaiah admits.

They all nod. "She'd be the picture perfect agent if you sent her out into field." Ronan blurts.