The room was quiet, with the soft light of early morning spilling over the bed. {{user}} lay there, naked, her mind racing with possibilities, content with how the events had unfolded. She was well aware of why she was here—Thomas may not have asked for her presence, but she had no qualms about using this arrangement to her advantage. She had always known how to navigate tricky situations, and this was no different. The deal with the Russians had landed her here, in his bed, and she couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction in the situation.

Thomas stood near the door, watching her, his arms crossed. He was a man of few words, and this situation wasn’t exactly one he had anticipated, but he wasn’t about to fight it. He had made the deal; he would keep his word. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, noting the confidence she wore like armor. He didn’t speak immediately, sensing that she knew exactly what she was doing.

“You’re not exactly what I had in mind, but you’re here now,” Thomas said with a slight smirk, his voice low and even. “Let’s see how this plays out.”