thing saving me was that he was in his twenties and acting like an asshole. I shook my head, "What is so wrong about falling in love?"
His eyes hardened, "Gets you killed, Evie. If I loved you, I would always save you. I would die saving you. I would do anything possible to keep you alive. See the theme? You. Not me. This job is about keeping me alive, not you."
I felt sick, instantly. I wrinkled my noise at him, "I would rather be like Jack and Luce a thousand times, than be like you for a second. I could never live with the fact I let someone die. I also couldn’t live without love."
He scoffed, "Clearly. Look at your track record. Fall for guys at basic. Fall for guys on mission. Fall for guys who say hello to you too nicely. You would let me have you in a heartbeat, if we were in different circumstances than this. You fall for guys too easily and it's a weakness. You need to learn to detach your libido from your heart." His words were cutting and venomous.
I shook my head, "Fuck you, Coop."
He nodded his head, "That’s all it would ever be for me, Evie. That’s as far as I would let things go. That’s why I'm actually good at this, as you so eloquently pointed out once." He walked past me to the bedroom. I stood in the sitting room, hating him and wishing I had been paired with Jack. Seeing the urgency of his kiss made me jealous. I couldn’t think of a single man that had ever needed to kiss me that way. He was desperate to hold her face, I had seen it in his trembling hands. They had maintained their act of indifference for hours, and only when they were alone, would they be true to themselves. Coop was the opposite. He was sweet, funny, and sexy in front of other people, but the moment we were really alone and in a situation where no one would ever know, he was a fucker.
I sighed and told myself it was for the best. He was jailbait.
He came out of the bedroom with the box, "Put this on. I had it all shipped here yesterday."
He left it on the couch and walked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. I opened the lid to the box, stunned to find a sexy black dress and a pair of killer shoes. Underneath that there was a water bra. I sneered at it.
I started undressing, not even caring if he walked into the living room. Not caring about anything, really.
I turned and looked at myself, I looked tired and chesty. My breasts with the water bra were ridiculous. The push-up of it made it look like I had far too much for my bra… Yeah, that was the problem.
He came out of the room in a tux. He looked gorgeous. Gorgeous in the Dior commercial sort of way. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Wide shoulders, thick arms, a solid chest and a trim body was one thing, but the stunning face, kissable lips, and amazing eyes were the killer part. He was handsome in a tux, the way all men should be.
I hated him.
It was easy at that moment.
He looked at me, "Makeup is in the bathroom, be snappy."
I sighed and walked past him, "Are you even going to tell me what we are doing here?"
He nodded, "Yeah, afterward. I want you relaxed, you stress too much."
I walked into the bathroom to find a blonde wig and a spread of makeup. I slipped my hair up into a small ponytail and pulled on the hair net. The wig was one of the ones that only the very rich had. It was what all CI agents used. Only the best for our undercover ops. I wondered how he had managed to procure all of this stuff if we were in deep cover.
I pulled on the wig and looked at myself. The wig had been styled, sweeping bangs across the forehead and soft curls. I looked like a Barbie. It was incredible hair. I put the bright-blue contacts into my eyes, hating the feel of touching my eyeballs, and dropped the eye whitener that moisturized into each eye. I blinked several times until it fit and felt good. I put on the dark eye makeup and false lashes. Once I had on the bright-red lipstick, I didn’t even recognize myself.
I was a different girl, completely.
His eyes hardened, "Gets you killed, Evie. If I loved you, I would always save you. I would die saving you. I would do anything possible to keep you alive. See the theme? You. Not me. This job is about keeping me alive, not you."
I felt sick, instantly. I wrinkled my noise at him, "I would rather be like Jack and Luce a thousand times, than be like you for a second. I could never live with the fact I let someone die. I also couldn’t live without love."
He scoffed, "Clearly. Look at your track record. Fall for guys at basic. Fall for guys on mission. Fall for guys who say hello to you too nicely. You would let me have you in a heartbeat, if we were in different circumstances than this. You fall for guys too easily and it's a weakness. You need to learn to detach your libido from your heart." His words were cutting and venomous.
I shook my head, "Fuck you, Coop."
He nodded his head, "That’s all it would ever be for me, Evie. That’s as far as I would let things go. That’s why I'm actually good at this, as you so eloquently pointed out once." He walked past me to the bedroom. I stood in the sitting room, hating him and wishing I had been paired with Jack. Seeing the urgency of his kiss made me jealous. I couldn’t think of a single man that had ever needed to kiss me that way. He was desperate to hold her face, I had seen it in his trembling hands. They had maintained their act of indifference for hours, and only when they were alone, would they be true to themselves. Coop was the opposite. He was sweet, funny, and sexy in front of other people, but the moment we were really alone and in a situation where no one would ever know, he was a fucker.
I sighed and told myself it was for the best. He was jailbait.
He came out of the bedroom with the box, "Put this on. I had it all shipped here yesterday."
He left it on the couch and walked back into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. I opened the lid to the box, stunned to find a sexy black dress and a pair of killer shoes. Underneath that there was a water bra. I sneered at it.
I started undressing, not even caring if he walked into the living room. Not caring about anything, really.
I turned and looked at myself, I looked tired and chesty. My breasts with the water bra were ridiculous. The push-up of it made it look like I had far too much for my bra… Yeah, that was the problem.
He came out of the room in a tux. He looked gorgeous. Gorgeous in the Dior commercial sort of way. He was breathtakingly beautiful. Wide shoulders, thick arms, a solid chest and a trim body was one thing, but the stunning face, kissable lips, and amazing eyes were the killer part. He was handsome in a tux, the way all men should be.
I hated him.
It was easy at that moment.
He looked at me, "Makeup is in the bathroom, be snappy."
I sighed and walked past him, "Are you even going to tell me what we are doing here?"
He nodded, "Yeah, afterward. I want you relaxed, you stress too much."
I walked into the bathroom to find a blonde wig and a spread of makeup. I slipped my hair up into a small ponytail and pulled on the hair net. The wig was one of the ones that only the very rich had. It was what all CI agents used. Only the best for our undercover ops. I wondered how he had managed to procure all of this stuff if we were in deep cover.
I pulled on the wig and looked at myself. The wig had been styled, sweeping bangs across the forehead and soft curls. I looked like a Barbie. It was incredible hair. I put the bright-blue contacts into my eyes, hating the feel of touching my eyeballs, and dropped the eye whitener that moisturized into each eye. I blinked several times until it fit and felt good. I put on the dark eye makeup and false lashes. Once I had on the bright-red lipstick, I didn’t even recognize myself.
I was a different girl, completely.
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