𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄 ━━ 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐨

THIRTY SIX | sweetheart

"This. . .is the perfect way to spend the weekend."

"I can think of better things to pass the time."

With that, I undo the satin belt, letting the fabric fall over my shoulders and to the ground. The two of us inch closer, our lips meeting in the middle.

Minutes later, we are both completely undressed and swimming in the covers of the bed. My hand finds the remote on the nightstand, and I switch on the blaring music.

"Prime acting, my dear." Tony's lips brush against my neck as I slip under a moment of bliss.

Something. . .below pokes my inner thigh. "Doesn't feel like you were acting, honey."

"For your information, that's my knee." He clarifies. "Let's say another. . .forty minutes? After all, I have a reputation to protect."

"A reputation only I get to witness, right?" A smirk dangles across my lips.

"I'd have it no other way."

As Tony said, we wait forty minutes, switching positions every so often, before laying side by side in bed. Suddenly, there's a knock at the door.

"Room service." A voice call from the other side.

I grab the satin robe tossed over the chair, slipping it around my figure before opening it up. Just as planned, McGee arrives.

He's dressed in a bellboy uniform as he wheels in a tray of metal platters, wine, and flowers. We slip in the ear comms. McGee sweeps the room for bugs before placing some of his own.

When he detects one on the small table, he discreetly places a metal cover on top, prohibiting all connection to the other team.

"DiNozzo, what the hell are you doing?" Looks like comms are working. "You're married assassins, not visitors at the Playboy Mansion."

Tony attempts to cover himself up once again. "Blame the missus, boss. It was her idea."

Our conversation is cut short with the telephone ringing.

"Have her answer it." Jenny instructs.

"I'll get it, honey."

"Thank you, sweetheart."

Picking up the telephone, I press it against my right ear for the team back home to be able to hear.

"There's a cellphone in the Bible next to your bed." The man speaks in a heavy tone.

I approach the drawer, opening up the drawing and Bible to reveal a cellphone cut into the pages of the religious book.

"I have it."

"Keep it with you at all times. You have dinner reservations at the hotel dining room at 9:00. Don't be late."

The dial tone emits as soon when he hangs up the phone.

I slip the cellphone into the pocket of my robe. "Change of plans, sweetheart." I sultrily strut towards him. "That was the concierge. We were able to reserve a table in the dining room after all."

A small grin appears on his face at the sweet nickname.

"Seems like we have a wonderful night ahead of us." He hands me my flute of champagne, and we touch glasses.

Once we change into our formal evening wear, Tony and I leave for the restaurant downstairs. He wears one of Abby's latest inventions: spy glasses.

"There's quite a crowd here tonight." He scans the crowd, allowing Abby to identify everyone in the room and retrieve a background.

"Yes. Yes, there is." My thoughts drift off to the hand he has strategically placed over my thigh.