Deadly Desires

Secret revealed

I give a small twirl in my dress for Gabi as she claps for me with a huge smile, "I've always said red is your colour. You are going to look so beautiful tonight."

I smile a little, glancing in the mirror at the dress one of the saleswomen picked out for me when I walked in. It's tight and hugs my curves, stopping just above my knee and dipping down into a v-shape in the front to show some cleavage.

It does look good, red has always been my favourite colour.

"Don't you think it's a bit much? It's just dinner." I say, smoothing down the front nervously.

I've never minded showing skin for missions handed to me, but it was always different then. I was playing a part, a character for my target and it didn't matter what they thought because half the time they'd be dead the moment I was finished with them.

But tonight I was going on a blind date: Gabi had set me up with one of her friends from school. I had to be Ivy St. Claire tonight and it sort of mattered what he thought of me.

"It's a fancy restaurant I've been there and Daniel will love it. He will love you Ivy honestly he is so sweet and even so that dress is so sexy he will want to rip it off you." She says loudly with a smile.

I roll my eyes but appreciate the reassurance. I'd seen the photo of him, he was cute with light brown hair and kind amber eyes. He was a vet as well, and I did love animals myself though I wasn't home often enough to have a pet of my own.

I think I'd like a cat.

For a long time, I was half convinced I wasn't capable of love, I had too many sociopathic traits. But it turns out I am capable of the feeling it just took a lot to pry the emotion out of me.

Assassins could date outside of their career, I knew plenty of girls who were married with children. But I'd always hated the idea of lying to someone about what I did for work. Never mind, the last serious relationship I had was five years ago when I was twenty. I didn't fancy dying alone so I should at least try dating. 

Even if it lead to nothing, one date wouldn't kill anyone. 

"Remember to say you're an accountant because that's what he thinks I am and I've told him we work together." Gabriella reminds me as she reaches for another glass of champagne.

That's what happens when you walk into an expensive store and look like you belong. Or you're Gabriella who shops every day and is perhaps the most loyal customer channel could have.

"Why an accountant?"

"No one knows what the fuck they do and most strippers say they're accountants and well I was a prostitute for a good many years so it seemed like a good lie at the time." She says, shrugging.

That sounds logical to me.

"Oh my god, Ivy stop fidgeting, you look hot. You don't have to marry the guy okay? But please if he's half decent sleep with him. You deserve some bomb ass sex." Gabi says.

I chuckle as I nod along with her words, with one more glance in the mirror I turn over to call the attention of the saleswoman, "I'll take this one thank you."

She opens her mouth to say something but the speakers overhead crackle to life as a voice projects across the fitting room.

"Such a pretty dress, Poison. Take it off for him and I'll put a bullet through his skull."

Everyone's jaw falls open in unison as the speaker disconnects. I glance around, irritated at Nikolai's words. What is he stalking me?

How did he even know I was here? I spy the camera in the corner of the room and frown. I didn't like being watched, least of all by him.