There you stand, a vision of elegance and grace, clad in silken satin and intricate lace.

Simon stands at the door, taking you in, his gaze lingering on your form. He watches as you battle with the corset strings, the struggle clear. The sight of you, so enticing in your finery, is way too tempting for a man who claims to hate you.

A man who makes his hatred for you clearer and clearer each day. You are the bane of his existence.

"Any reason you're dressed like a hooker?" He crosses his arms, and your eyes trail up his body in the mirrors reflection; a man and a half. Truly, he was the most masculine man you'd ever met. Too bad he was a pain in the arse.

You had a date tonight with one of his closest comrades. Obviously, the man hadn't told Ghost because of his hatred toward you. But.. you were certainly the best-looking woman on the team, and he was lucky to have gotten a date with you.

Ghost walked toward you, looking over your head and at your reflection - he was simply that tall. "Or are you just pretending you have a man to impress?" He sighs, glaring through the slit in his balaclava.