summary: reader and James are on a mission to collect an expensive artifact for pay. reader is focused on the mission, however James has something else in mind to relieve her tension. warnings: none. smut: yes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! POV: reader/third person
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Red matte lips matched manicured nails, matching red bottom Louboutin heels strapped tightly against her ankle. The form-fitted dress hugged all the right places, giving off a vibe unlike any other. She felt gorgeous in it - sexy even, and she knew as soon as James saw her, he'd have to control himself from skipping the event altogether for a steamy night in. Forty-five minutes to get all dressed up; Y/N wasn't going to allow James to ruin the outfit just yet.
"Y/N, we're gonna be late! Hurry up."
Rolling her eyes to his pleas, she fluffed her hair one last time before smiling back at her reflection, loving the image staring back at her.
Finally, Y/N opened the door, spotting her beloved, James Valdez, on the bed in his infamous black suit. She silently cursed him. He knew very well what the suit did to her, the many enjoyable memories involving the outfit suddenly poured into her mind like a tipped-over tea kettle.
"This," she began, showcasing herself, "takes time." Y/N gave a quick spin, allowing the man to get a 360 view.
James's eyes lit up, immediately darkening from the nasty thoughts and images flashing through his head. "Damn baby," he mumbled under his breath, getting to his feet.
"Don't get any bright ideas tough guy," she warned, holding an authoritative finger to stop him.
"You can't come out of the bathroom looking sexy as all hell and not expect me to try and get one in before we leave." His hands found their way to her hips, bringing her into his chest.
"You can try but you'll be horribly rejected." A playful smirk tugged at the corner of her painted lips as she slithered out of his grasp, reaching for the door. "Now come, we're going to be late." An audible defeated sigh was heard from James, following closely behind her.
The hotel they were staying in was quiet and Y/N could almost hear the wheels churning in James' head. Their mission was to infiltrate their target's house, weaving their way through the home to retrieve a rare, ancient, expensive - worth millions - artifact. No questions were asked as to why the artifact was important; the dollar amount was the reward sparking the duo's interest. One hundred million dollars was the asking price to fetch said artifact with the promise of a challenging retrieval. However, for that amount of money, Y/N and James were willing to jump into shark-infested waters.
The duo worked tirelessly on a plan consisting of contingency plans A, B, and C. Finally, they were able to find the perfect opportunity to conduct the mission and get their money.
Outside the expensive hotel waited a white limo where they planned to arrive at the party in style. Others will stare with puzzled glances for a chance to recognize the new faces attending the gathering while the duo walked through the crowd as if they owned the place. It wasn't their first rodeo - surely wasn't going to be their last.
