Wlw smut

Agents

I walked into the agency with a smile, it was chaos as usual.

I greeted a few people and headed to my office but I was stopped, "Boss wants you in his office, he's tryna set you up again."

I groaned and ran my hands through my hair, it was short shoulder length and slightly messy, I gained my composure before going to his office.

There was a lady sitting across from him, light brown hair, he hair was a few inches longer than man but just as messy maybe more.

I moved my hair out my face, "No." I said sternly, the boss looked confused, "Oh, no this isn't what it looks like."

"You said that last time, look lady you're beautiful but I don't wanna go on a date with you."

She looked confused, "You think I'm beautiful?" She asked, I shook my head, "That's not the point, I'm not going out with you."

"Well, I don't like to mix business and pleasure anyway." She rolled her eyes, "Business?"

"We're partners now." She had a smug smile, I groaned, "Percy?" I rarely called him by his real name,

"This mission you need a partner, in more ways than one."

"Fake dating?" I asked, frowning. He nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. He pushed a stack of papers to the edge of his desk. "That's your file. How about you two go out and, you know, chat?" he suggested.

"About the file?" I clarified, raising an eyebrow. He just grinned.

Just then, *she* sauntered out of his office, bumping my shoulder with a smug smile. I snatched the papers from the desk, my frown deepening.

"I don't like her," I muttered under my breath, running a hand through my hair in frustration. With a sigh, I turned and followed her out.

"Where are you going?" I asked, catching up to her. She didn't even bother to look back, just kept walking with that infuriatingly confident stride.

Finally, she stopped. "Read the file," she said simply.

Rolling my eyes, I flipped open the folder. My jaw dropped. We were supposed to be on a flight to London in two hours? They'd booked us a hotel, rented cars... this was insane.

"I'm going to London!" I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement. I started pacing back and forth, a giddy smile spreading across my face.

She just chuckled. "I wish they'd partnered me with a professional." 
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We finally landed in London and went straight to the hotel. I collapsed onto the bed, exhausted from the flight, while Sam paced back and forth, a boundless energy radiating off of her.

"We're going to a wedding," she announced, her voice sharp and focused. "I think the first thing we should do is learn how to be a couple."

I sat up, slightly taken aback. "We don't have to learn how to do *that*," I protested. "All we need to know is each other's names and maybe a convincing backstory for why we're madly in love."

She stopped pacing and fixed me with a look that could cur sear steel. "I'm Samantha," she said, ignoring my sarcasm. "Call me Sam."

"Kayla," I replied, offering a small, weary smile.

She checked her watch, a sharp gesture that spoke volumes about her impatience. "Get ready," she ordered, her voice clipped.

"You're not the boss of me," I retorted, though a hint of amusement softened my tone. "But I *will* get ready." I sauntered over to the closet, surprised to find it already stocked with a variety of clothes.