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undercover lovers [ ❥ ]

With Street still holding you tightly by the hand, it's easy enough for you to weave your way through the bustling nightclub floor behind him.

The target you're looking for is fairly easy to spot, even in the bedlam of the club floor. She's sat in a booth away from the main crowds, with bodyguards on either side of her that draw tense as you and Street grow near. She waves them away as she watched you approach, and smooths down her pantsuit as she stands to greet you.

Even from a distance, you can see that Sunita Bhagat is every bit as formidable as you've been lead to believe. There's not a single aspect of her appearance that appears flawed or out of place, not from her jet-black curls to her richly tanned skin.

All those summers spent lounging in the Punjab mountains must have served her well, as well as the time spent controlling the monopoly of drugs moving all around the Indian northwest. Evidence of those exploits are clear for you to see in the glittering rings adorning her fingers, and the swath of cash nestled in the duffel bag held by one of her guards that you get a glimpse at as you stand in line with Street at the edge of her table.

"Mr Marks", Sunita greets Street, smiling knowingly as beckons him forward. "It's a pleasure."

She extends her hand out to him, and he quickly reaches out to take her hand. Street shakes her hand briskly, in much a manner as the uptight financial broker he's passing himself off as would. "Likewise."

Sunita's eyes flicker to you and back as she returns her hand to the rim of her glass, circling the rim with a manicured fingertip as she studies you. "And this is your..?"

"Partner." You tell her, feeling Street's hand tighten around yours as you do. His thumb rubs back and forth over the band on your ring finger as the woman nods, and shows you another sly smile.

"Partner." She echoes, nodding approvingly at Street as she gestures for you to sit opposite her in the booth. "It seems your good taste in business is mirrored in your private life."

You slip into the smooth mahogany booth next to Street and he separates your hands, only to reach across your lap and place a hand comfortingly on your thigh. Through your pantleg he squeezes your leg, showing you a smile that you instantly recognise to be one of Street's most genuine ones.

"I'd like to think so." There's a fake sentimentality dripping from his tone that's there entirely for the benefit of Sunita and her goons, but it still makes you smile. He pops the button on his suit jacket and smooths the crisp fabric down in much the same fashion as she had, before he tilts his head at her and gestures with his free hand. "May we begin?"

"Of course." Sunita nods, before motioning to one of her guard to hand her the blueprints of the bank she's seeking Street's help in getting in to. As she sets them down between you and starts to give you the run-down, Street squeezes your thigh soothingly and with it gives you the silent promise that he's got you no matter what the night ahead entails.