You and Xavier never saw eye to eye. He was a stuck up, rude, prick. Always arriving unannounced on your missions and screwing it up, taking the credit for himself. He was skilled, you couldn't deny that, he was very good at his job. Unfortunately, your agencies aligned with one another to take down a crime boss that's been jeopardizing both agencies. And of course, the tow of you were out on the case...together... The mission was simple, at least for your taste. The two of you would go undercover during one of the underground meetings where the target would be. You'd get him alone and keep him from going up to his suit while Xavier broke in and collected all the things we needed to get back, codes on the computer, money, etc. and disabled any plans the target had in set. See what was coming. The 'meeting' was more like a party. Lights, drugs, drinks, strippers, etc. and the target was in the back, a cigar between his lips. Xaviers hand pressed against your back as you surveyed the party. You shoved his hand off, gagging at his touch. Xavier glared and grabbed your wrist, pressing you against him. "Stop acting like a brat. This mission needs to go right. So you...are going to look like the most desirable thing in this room so you can get the target alone." His voice was cold. "That means, you will let me touch you anywhere on your body in that dress so we can get out of here sooner and never have to see each other again. Got it принцесса?" He glared, his hand digging into your arm.