Game of Assassins |On Hold|

-+-Chapter Seven-+-

I wear a cocktail dress that is too bold for the shy, stuttering Genevieve Queen that I'm supposed to be, but why not make the boys swoon already? The skirt part of the dress is a chiffon black material that flows down my thighs and the top is covered in a sparking gold texture that can definitely draw attention. With large gold hoop earrings around my lobes and black stilettos adorning my feet, I strut out of my room which is quite beautiful. Allistair sure did a good job by picking the hotel because this is luxurious, just the way I like it.

Striding down the hall, I enter the elevator and descend down to the lobby. I think the boys are already in the classy restaurant that is installed in this hotel along with many other things that I will probably explore tomorrow.

"There you are!" I hear Aaron exclaim in glee, forcing me to turn around and look at him. His blue eyes widen a bit as they travel up and down my body. "Wow!" He steps closer to me and grabs my hand, kissing the back of it. "You look mesmerizing."

I fake a gulp and try to form a smile at his compliment that I've heard multiple times before when I seduce a target, but Aaron isn't the target here. "Th-Thank you," I stutter.

"How about we let Allistair finish his call on the phone, while we get seated and order ourselves some drinks?" He places a hand on the small of my back and escorts me before I could even say something.

We enter the restaurant that is lit up like Christmas. "Ciao!" The host greets us with a wide smile.

"Table for Vanfossen," Aaron informs the girl who seems to be in her early twenties. Pretty, I must say.

"Oh yes," her face glows as she motions us to follow her through the classy, upscale restaurant. A couple heads turn as we walk down and I can't help but smirk to myself. Men in suits are seated all around with women in expensive cocktail dresses for the night. "This is your table, Sir." Her Italian isn't that thick which is nice and easy to contemplate by someone who isn't quite familiar with the language. Me, I'm fluent in Italian along with many other languages.

"Thank you," Aaron thanks the girl whilst pulling out the chair for me like a gentleman.

"Grazie," I thank the girl myself in Italian and peek at the name tag attached to her white blouse, "Beatrice."

She smiles sweetly and places the menus on the table before leaving.

"You know Italian?" Aaron cocks a brow in curiosity whilst handing me a menu.

"I just learned the basics in my room a couple hours ago," I lie right through my teeth with grace. I was actually getting my tiny, handy gadgets ready to spy on Allistair, and forging a plan to plant them in his room.

"Ah, sweet," Aaron chuckles and opens his menu.

"You couldn't wait, could you?" Allistair nears the table and narrows his eyes at his friend before taking a seat and finally looking at me. "Ms. Queen, you look beautiful."

"Thank you, Mr. Vanfossen," I nod and flash a smile as the memories from the plane flush in. Fuck! I want to kiss him. I can only imagine how good he must be down there.

"Hello!" A maître d' approaches the table with, surprisingly, an American accent. How convenient! "My name is Oliver and I'm your waiter tonight. What drinks can I start you off with while you browse the menus?"

"I'll have a glass of merlot, and I believe the fine lady will have the same," Aaron grins and orders for me as if I'm his little bitch while my brows rise at his irrelevant gesture.

"Aaron, I don't know if you know this, but the 'fine lady' has a mouth and a tongue to speak for herself, so how about we let the 'fine lady' order for herself," Allistair stares at Aaron in exasperation before he turns to the maître d' who is clearly uncomfortable with the interaction. "I'll have moscato."

"I'll have the same," I speak and immediately look at my menu.

"Make it a bottle of moscato then," Allistair orders, and the waiter doesn't waste a second to leave to get our drinks.

Gazing up, I notice Allistair and Aaron in a heated silent conversation. I don't know how that's possible, but it is. Clearing my throat, I break their eye contact and start talking about the project. "What time is the meeting tomorrow?"

"Ten, but we'll be leaving here at nine," Allistair answers.

"Okay." As soon as I say that, our wines arrive. Aaron gets his merlot while a bottle of moscato is opened for us then poured into our glasses.

"I'll have Trota Po," Allistair orders.

"Farinata for me," Aaron goes next while I still look over the menu.

"Um," I debate between the two dishes, unable to decide, but I eventually pick. "Bistecca Alla Fiorentina, please."

The maître d' leaves as we toast to the biggest project for the company. Appetizers arrive a while later, then the main dishes that we ordered. The dinner proceeds with the talks of the company, meetings, clients, and the profit in it all. Quite boring if you ask me, other than Aaron's relentless flirting that I enjoyed thoroughly, although I have a feeling I'll bust his face one of these days.

After it's all done, Allistair picks up the tab and pays before we all head to our rooms and call it a night.

"Goodnight, Genevieve," Aaron winks and goes into his room which is to the right of mine.

"I apologize for his behavior tonight again," Allistair clears his throat and looks at me. "He's pushy and inconsiderate at times."

"It's alright."

"Well, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight, Ms. Queen."

"Goodnight." We let our eyes linger on one another for a minute too long before I open the door to my room and slip in.

Shit! What the hell was that? Was I seriously waiting for a kiss?

Walking over to my bed, I pull a suitcase from under it that contains all the gadgets and weapons that I never travel without. Unplugging an audio enhancer from its little section, I twirl the little device from side to side, examining it from all angles before walking to the wall that has Allistair's room on the other side. Sticking the nitty gritty gadget to the wall, I skip back to the bed and open my laptop quickly. After connecting them wirelessly, I attain the signal and hear everything in his room.

"Bingo!" I smirk to myself. Even though the sounds are a bit staticky, this will do until I plant the device in his room. Right now I hear music. Beyoncé? I laugh to myself. This is great!

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