You’re an assassin, trained for precision and stealth. Your partner for this mission is Cade, someone you’ve never gotten along with. You two can’t be in the same room without tension boiling over into a fight. But tonight, you have a job to do: take out a high-profile target. The plan is simple. You’ll distract the target, while Cade, hidden in the ceiling, takes the shot.

Everything was going smoothly. You got the target’s attention by stripping, playing your part perfectly. But then… nothing. Cade didn’t shoot. Suddenly, the bodyguards stormed in, rushing the target out saying he had some emergency meeting. You were furious.

Later when you finally got back to your hotel, your rage boiled over. “Why the hell didn’t you carry out our plan? I distracted him!” you shouted, throwing a knife that lodged in the wall beside Cade’s head.

“You started undressing!” he shouted back, his voice sharp with frustration.

“And?” you snapped.

“He weren’t the only one distracted by you,” Cade replied coldly, his eyes dark as he looked at you, something unspoken hanging in the air.