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“What is that?” I asked, pointing to a large bag from which she pulled several items.
“As I told Zeppelin, it is often easier to add than it is to take away.”
The man she spoke of walked in behind her and flexed the muscles of both arms. “No disguising these guns,” he said before leaning in to kiss her cheek.
“Right. Which is why I’ve prepared these prosthetics for you. And this is gray hair powder.”
After having made an arse of myself earlier, I stifled my dismay as I realized what she was suggesting. I was to be undercover as an older gentleman of, err, considerable weight.
Given Ehren was going undercover as my wife, her disguise was also as an older person. However, her slim figure, apparently, wasn’t a hindrance.
“Sorry, Mag, but your muscles are more pronounced than even Zeppelin’s,” Verity explained.
There were several taunting comments I was tempted to make. However, again, my earlier behavior was mortifying enough.
“As I said, you’ll be going undercover as two couples. You and Ehren will be disguised as Schön’s parents, traveling with her and her husband. That way, we’re able to book a family suite without drawing attention,” Nemesis explained.
Zeppelin put his hand on my shoulder. “How are you doing, mate?” he asked under his breath.
I looked at him with scrunched eyes and turned my back to the others. “Do you not recall what happened the last time you got on my bad side?” I said barely above a whisper.
“Do we need to do a dry run, or do you think you’ll be able to handle the suit?” Verity asked when I turned back around.
“I can handle it.”
My eyes met Schön’s, and I realized she was trying her damnedest not to laugh. I leveled a glare at her. “Not a word out of you,daughter,or I’ll take you over my knee.”
When her eyes opened wider and her cheeks turned a lovely shade of pink, I wished I’d agreed to trying on the suit. At least then, my cock’s response to her reaction would’ve been less apparent.
“Shall we begin?” Verity asked, motioning for Ehren and me to take a seat. “Rather than dye, we’ll use powder for your hair and beard,” she said, handing each of us a container and a brush. “Ehren, it will be easier if you apply the powder to Magnet’s hair?—”
“I’ll do it,” said Schön, stepping forward and plucking each item from Verity’s hands.
“Uh, very well. Rogue, would you like to assist Ehren?”
“It would be my pleasure,” the buff and often gruff American former special forces agent responded, seemingly unfazed by Verity’s request.
“The more difficult part will be the makeup,” she added once the gray powder had been applied to her satisfaction.
“I can handle this part,” said Ehren, reviewing Verity’s step-by-step instructions.
My brow must have shot up when I read the details listed on the piece of paper she placed in front of me.
“Don’t worry. I’ll help,” Schön leaned into me and whispered. It was my fantasy of her breasts pressed against my back playing out in real life with an audience that included my best friend. The one who easily read my every expression, then burst out laughing.
4
SCHÖN
Iknew Zeppelin was laughing at Magnet, yet I still felt the ache of embarrassment. I’d spent my life experiencing it. I blinked away the tears that invariably came when I believed I was the butt of someone’s joke. It was only looking down at the warmth in Magnet’s eyes when he turned to face me that reminded me where and who I was, and that if his friend did disparage me, he’d do what he’d done a few weeks ago.
He had no idea I’d been watching and listening when he led Zeppelin out the front door of the command center and took him by the throat.
“She was a fucking honey trap agent, Mag. You can’t tell me—” Zeppelin’s words were cut off when Magnet threw the hardest punch I’d ever seen, hitting him square in the nose and mouth. With it, came notice that he wouldn’t put up with Zep’s shit any longer.
“Since you’re still my friend, I’m going to give you one warning. Do not disparage Schön ever again. She’s a good agent, and she’s struggling enough with overcoming her reputation,” he’d said.
I still remembered my mortification when Zeppelin responded with, “So you are fucking her.”