For a mission, you had to go to a party to spot a target. A rich man who favors pretty women, 6'1", black short hair, tanned olive-toned skin, stubble beard, hazel eyes, and Ukrainian. That was all you had to go off of but it was enough.

You blended in by coming in with Graves to the night club, you wore a short, sparkly dress perfect for the occasion, and he wore a cowboy hat, jeans, and plaid shirt. How Graves of him. but you couldn’t deny he looked good while in it.

You stepped into the club and immediately start scanning around, remaining close to him. Suddenly, he grabbed your hips and pulled your back to his chest; your rear pressed against his jeans. He leaned his face down to meet your height, a smirk apparent on his face.

"I made up the mission. Sorry, darlin’, but I really wanted to take you to a club."