Josie is a sales associate by day and a lollipop-sucking hacker by night. She likes to stay in and feel the keys underneath her fingertips. When she decides to grace her friends at a club, she stumbles across a man who seems to send every part of he...
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I stumble down the hallway, my heels clicking unevenly on the polished marble floor. As I approach, the security guard's eyes are already on me, and suspicion is etched on his face. Perfect.
"Whoopsie!" I slur, catching myself on the wall.
The guard straightened, his hand moving instinctively toward the radio at his belt. "Miss, this area is off-limits. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."
"Is this the bathroom?" I giggle.
The guard frowns, his brow furrowing. "Ma'am, this is a restricted area. You can't be here."
I pout, fishing a cherry lollipop from my purse and unwrapping it with exaggerated clumsiness. "But I really need to tinkle!"
Pop goes the lollipop into my mouth. I twirl it between my lips, watching the guard's eyes follow the movement. Hook, line, and sinker.
"The restrooms are back that way," he says, gesturing vaguely behind me. His gaze stays fixed on me.
I giggle again, swaying slightly. "You're so helpful! And handsome, too." I wink, laying it on thick. "What's your name, Mr. Security Man?"
He puffs up a bit at the compliment. "It's Steve."
"Steeeeve," I drawl, drawing out the vowels. "That's such a strong name. I bet you work out, huh?"
A cocky grin spreads across his face. "Well, I do hit the gym pretty regularly."
I hold back an eye roll. Men are so predictable sometimes. But where the hell is Tony? He should be here by now. I scan the hallway behind Steve, trying not to look too obvious about it. Nothing.
Crap. Time to improvise.
"Ooh, muscles!" I coo, reaching out to squeeze Steve's bicep. "So, firm!" He flexes under my touch, clearly enjoying the attention. I giggle and sway closer as if I'm about to fall.
"Whoa there," Steve says, reaching out to steady me. Perfect.
I let myself collapse against his chest. My face pressed to his shirt. "You smell nice," I mumble.
Come on, Tony. Any day now would be great.
Steve's hands hover awkwardly at my sides. "Uh, thanks. Listen, I really should get you back to—"
There's a soft thud behind him, and Steve suddenly goes limp. I step back quickly as Tony catches the guard's unconscious body.
"Took you long enough," I grumble, fishing the office key from Steve's pocket. Honestly, keeping the keys in his pocket is so cliche. But it makes my life easier.
Tony grunts as he drags Steve out of sight. "You seemed to be enjoying yourself. Storm wouldn't be so happy if he knew you were letting the guard get handsy with you."
