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At the Gala... (SexyWriter777 et AdventureGirl)

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Grim stood in the elegant ballroom, dressed in a sharp black suit. Grim wasn't his real name, nor was it anything close. It was his alias, and that's what he was known by. Or rather, not known by. Atop his black hair a sleek black fedora was perched, the green band around it the only splash of color to the other wise dark colored attire. He wore sleek sunglasses, and appeared to be doing business, not enjoying himself at a party.

But underneath the sleek formal attire, something more dangerous lurked. Beneath the suit coat, a pistol was strapped to his hip. There was also a knife in his pocket, several darts loaded in a secret pressurized chamber in his watch. The ring on his ringer contained a powerful poison and a bulletproof vest protected him underneath the formal exterior. If someone were to investigate his car out in the lot, they would find that it was outfitted with numerous changes that were... not standard, to say the least.
 
Megan Foster walked through the security entrance with ease. Her forged invitation a perfect replica and would raise not an ounce of suspicion. Her auburn hair swept around her face and fell in loose curls all the way down to the middle of her back which happened to be bare all the down to her waist. The dress was stunning on her petite 5’5” frame. It was a deep red silk that was held in place by a collar of rubies that circled her neck. The front of the dress almost like a halter top that gapped in the center to show an acceptable amount of cleavage for the event. The hem of the dress fell just below her knees with a slit up the side of one thigh. Matching red satin heels covered her feet while her legs were bare. Her skin was flawless with a glow of being out in the sun for the day.

The woman was only 25 years old but had been trained by the best, her father. He had been one of the greatest assassins that had ever lived. By the time she was five, she could fire a handful of weapons and by the time she was ten, she was at 90% accuracy with knife throwing. When the girl had turned 18, her father had been killed by another assassin trying to take the glory for a kill that was not even his. Megan had been on her own since then. The girl wanting nothing more than to follow in her father’s footsteps.

Her bright blue eyes wandered around the room, studying the other party goers and making instant assessments on all of them. Most were socialites that didn’t give a damn about anything more than their bank accounts. Others were there to try to tap into those bank accounts and there were even a few there for nothing more than a publicity shot.

Megan carried a small red clutch that held her prized possession. In the security compartment of the clutch was her P250 Sig Sauer. Normally on a recon mission like this, she would have left the weapon in the hotel. But something made her bring it.
 
As Grim's eyes slid over the room, his eyes alighted upon a young woman entering through the doors. Something about her drew his eye, though he knew she wasn't his target. But something about her made his senses tingle. His hand rested on the knife in his pocket, wondering if she could be an agent here to prevent him from completing his job. It was unlikely- as far as he was aware, no one knew that his employer had hired him. He was a free-lance assassin, known to that world as the Green Shadow. No one knew him, and no one ever discovered his jobs.

Yet he considered this woman, and wondered what about her caught his eye. She was attractive, there was no doubt about that. Perhaps that was all.
 
Megan wove her way through the crowd with the greatest of ease. Moving from one social circle to the next. Ascending in rank from group to group.

Finally, she stood in the circle that contained the target, William Daniels. Mr. Daniels was the CEO of US Gas & Oil. He had very powerful friends and even more powerful enemies.

It was always a charge for Megan when she got this close to a target. Killing was the easy part. Getting to the killing is what required talent and the girl was plenty talented.

Her charm was easy and she knew the right words to say to men. There were three things that men were most worried about, the size of their brain, the size of their bank account and the size of their cock - in reverse order of course. Complimenting a man on all three were a surefire way to get inside.
 
Grim didn't stray from his purpose. Soon he was making small talk with the target, as he secretly watched the strange woman that had caught his eye. She slowly made her way to their group, chatting with smaller groups before approaching theirs. Hmmm. I wonder who she is, and what she is up to. She seems... purposeful. He thought, watching her as he complimented Daniels on the wonderful party.

Grim considered how easy it would be to kill Daniels now. Poison in a drink as Grim slipped off into the night, not a trace left behind. But no, he was told to make it as dramatic as possible, Daniels' bloody body being discovered on the floor in his room. Though poison was more Grim's style- crisp, clean, and elegant.
 
Daniels' attention was snared by Megan almost immediately. She introduced herself. "Mr. Daniels, my name is Jessica Thomas and I have to say that this is the most beautiful event I've been to yet this year. Thank you for inviting me," she added with a smile that could melt the heart of the most callous man.

Daniels took her hand and kissed her nuckles in succession. "Miss Thomas, it's such a pleasure to have you here with us tonight. Your mere presence fills the room with a light and beauty that it wouldn't have without you," he said with a practiced charm.

Megan nearly threw up on the spot. He was the man the Grimm brothers had wrote about in Little Red Riding Hood. He was the wolf. He was the imposter. She gave him a nod and he relunctantly turned to accept another compliment from a nameless face.

Her eye was immediately drawn to the man that stood in the circle of heavy hitters. He didn't look like your normal playboy philanthrapist. He looked like he had a goal in mind for this evening. Megan toyed with the idea of distracting him from that goal.
 
Grim watched the newest member of their small group with hidden interest. Something about her gave off disdain and dislike for the people around her, though Grim felt he was the only one who noticed it. However, it was probably good to play nice with the members of Daniels' social circle. He stepped forward, his green eyes locked on hers.

Holding out his hand, he said, "Madame Thomas." He said, an Italian accent slightly under toning his words. He was actually Italian, but he had eliminated his accent a while back, deciding it was too much of a traceable trait. "Jason Grim. I'm a private contractor." She could interpret that in any way she wanted, whether she believed him to work for Daniels or to be sucking up to the man to get a position. Either way, he would get closer to this mysterious woman.
 
Megan picked up on his accent immediately. She was very well travelled and noticed that his accent had the faint undertone of someone who had spent time near Venice. The woman always had an interest in Italian men. It was her one flaw, her one weakness.

Sliding her thin hand into his with a slight nod. "Signore Grim," she said as she squeezed his hand a little. Megan was delighted to speak to him in his native language. Italian was as easy for her to speak as English was. The woman told him that he looked quite charming this evening and that this was a beautiful event.

Megan switched back over to English and her bright blue eyes seemed to twinkle. There were few, very few, men in this world that garnered a genuine smile from her and he had already received two. "What brings you to the event tonight Mr. Grim?" she asked as a waiter passed by with a tray full of champagne flutes.
 
Grim smiled as she addressed him in Italian. He replied, in the same language, that his appearance was meager compared to hers and that it was indeed a beautiful event. When she switched back to English, he followed suit.

"A matter of business so trivial it need not be mentioned." he said, smiling. "I'm sure you do not care about the minor details of my job." he said. "But if you truly wish to know, I am here upon Mr. Daniels request. One could say... I'm here to eliminate any problems that might appear in business prospects." It was a fancy way of saying he was there to improve people's opinion of Daniels, since he had a private contractor that was willing to agree readily to his plans. Grim said this with a slight scowl, indicating displeasure.

"What about you, Madame? What allows you to grace our eyes with your wondrous attire?"
 
Megan snagged two glasses of champagne from the waiter's tray and handed one to the man in front of her. Her eyes drifting over to find Daniels with his hand dangerously close to a woman's ass. It certainly wasn't his wife and the woman was making no attempt to adjust the height.

Her bright blue eyes found the charming man in front of her again and she was reading between the lines. "I think you have your work cut out for you Mr. Grim. It's difficult to change negative opinions when they are correct."

The woman sipped at the champagne slowly. She was not a big drinker. It dulled the senses and Megan relied on her instincts far too much to take any changes in her line of work. Her tongue slid slowly between her lips to savor the taste of the champagne a little more. Taking the opportunity to let her eyes move up and down his body when his attention was turned away. It was difficult to keep her eyes above his chest and it was a welcome break. But they snapped upward as soon as he turned in her direction again. Those ruby red lips parting just enough to let out a soft sigh.
 
Grim glanced over at Daniels. "I suppose that is true." He sighed. He took the champagne and and sipped it lightly. It took a lot of alcohol to dull his senses, but he was also careful. He noticed that the woman across from him was also careful about drinking, but she probably had to- no doubt she was a politician or business woman that needed to watch her words. He struggled to keep his eyes on her face, and every once in a while he would glance off into the crowds. One such time he turned back to see her eyes snap up to his. She was checking me out... He thought, unsure about how to react to that, so he didn't, even when he heard her slight sigh. "What do you do for a living, Miss Thomas?"
 
The alias she had set up for Jessica Thomas was that of investment banker. So her response flowed right off her tongue. "I manage money for some very big names. I have a gift for killing off my competition to make a good living." The corners of her mouth lifted to show just a ghost of a smile. If he only knew how true that was.

Taking another sip of her champagne before she heard a familiar tune playing. A large band was playing music on a beautifully decorated stage while a handful of people danced on the polished floor beneath them. The notes of the classical music were strong and subtle at the same time. The song bringing back a fond memory of her father teaching her to dance as a young girl.
 
His mouth also twitched as she mentioned killing off the competition, but he crushed it, the twitch vanishing almost as soon as it started. Then the music changed and he smiled, downing the rest of the champagne before setting it aside. He knew this song, it was one that he had heard at a party a while ago. He had been attending the party with a similar goal, to learn more about his target. He had ended up dancing with the wife of the target to this song, then later sleeping with her. And once he was in the house... His work was easily completed.

But he knew this woman had no relation to the target, but still wanted a dance.

He offered one silver gloves hand to her. "Will you join me for a dance, oh lovely lady?" he asked, giving a small bow, the glimmer of a smile on his face.
 
Sliding her delicate hand into his. This was going to be fun. He would be just the distraction she needed tonight. Even if she didn't sleep with him, he would still be a good source of entertainment. Besides, Italian men were always very good dancers.

"I would love to, Mr. Grim," she said as she gave him her best curtsey. Then they were strolling out onto the dance floor.

The other inhabitants on the floor were about 40 years their senior and were moving slow and in practiced arcs. She could already see a few of the women's heads turning to look at him. Megan grinned and thought to herself - That's right ladies. Eat your heart out. He's all mine for the moment.
 
She was correct, though it wasn't completely caused by dancing lessons, or growing up with these dances- it was also the fact that his job required him to be in tune with every muscle in his body, and that gave him elegance and poise, which helped greatly when dancing.

He failed to notice the other women looking at him, as he was focused on the woman before him. He considered his real job here tonight, he had gotten all the information he needed. So he contented himself with dancing gracefully and smoothly with the beautiful young woman before him.
 
For the first time in the girl’s young life, she forgot about her reason for being here. She thought about nothing more than the very attractive man standing in front of her. Her left hand slid into his. Her right hand rested atop his broad shoulder. A grin spread slowly across her face and her bright blue eyes were dancing long before her feet started to move.

The fabric of her dress left little defense for her skin. Little fires sprouted just under the surface wherever he touched her. Their cheeks nearly touching. Her lips just a few inches away from his ear. They were less than halfway through the song when she whispered into ear, “I’m the envy of the room right now. I bet that a hundred women would give me $1000 a piece just to take my place for one song, Mr. Grim. You have captivated them all just by moving so gracefully. I’m wondering what other kind of moves you have.”
 
He smiled, enjoying the moment. "I wouldn't say that you are the most envied person here tonight however. Most of the men here would kill their grandmothers to dance with you, or more." he laughed. But at her second sentence, the small smile vanished and a sly, suggestive one took its place. "What kind of moves do you mean, Miss Thomas?" He whispered back, the hand on her hips sliding gently against her barely covered flesh.
 
A devlish grin played on her lips and the hand on his shoulder slid down just over an inch to rest above his heart. She made no attempt to hide her stare this time as it worked its way down to his waist and then rose slowly like a snake winding itself through a tree. When her eyes met his again, they were a shade darker. It would be hardly noticeable. Her tongue swept between her ruby red lips and she spoke in a normal tone, "Why Mr. Grim, I assure you that I was only wondering about your dance steps." The look on her face made it abundantly clear that his dance moves were the very last thing on her mind.
 
He smiled as her gaze slid over his body, and made his examinations clear as his eyes swept up her young legs to her breast, then resting on her face. "Hmm... Perhaps I'll have to teach you some later." He said, winking at her. Though sex with this woman would be interesting, considering the weaponry he had hidden on his person.
 
Megan was about to say something when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. A second later he would feel a hand on his shoulder.

"You can't keep this one all to yourself tonight, fella," the male voice behind him said.

A man that looked more like an NBA player stood behind Grim with a smile that would have probably melted the hearts of half the women in the room. But Megan had no desire to dance with anyone else tonight.

The woman donned her most pleasant smile and tilted her head. "Thank you for your interest, but I'm afraid my dance card is full tonight. I'm sure there are many other ladies here that would gladly dance with you. I'm taken," she said as her eyes narrowed just a tad.

This man was not going to take "no" for an answer. He gripped Grim's shoulder and gave him a polite, but cautious, smile. "I'm sure you need a break, fella. I'll fill in while you're gone." And with that, he started to reach for Megan.
 
Grim's eyes narrowed to deadly slits. His hand dropped to the hidden pocket of his pants where a knife was concealed. "Actually, my good sir, I'm in my prime, and don't have any trouble dancing for the rest of the night." He said, an effort to stay polite when his instincts told him to slide the thin knife between this man's ribs. But as the man reached for Megan, the politeness vanished, and the polite smile went with it, Grim's face transforming into a mask of deadly seriousness.

He lashed out, his hand coiling around the man's wrist and twisting it. In an instant, the man was pinned, his arm twisted behind his back. Once bad move would end in a broken wrist. "I suggest you leave me and the lovely lady alone for the night, Signor." he said, Italian accent surfacing in his anger.
 
Megan had forgotten what it was like to meet a chivalrous man. She had spent so many years taking care of herself that she had forgotten what it had been like to be taken care of. Staring at him with wide eyes. He had moved like a lion on it’s prey, literally. The moment the idiot had reached for her, Jason had fluidly arrested his hand and had him completely immobile at the moment.

The man groaned because not only did the grip hurt, but his pride was wounded as well. He realized instantly that he was no match for Grim. “Alright, alright, I got it,” the idiot said as he stepped away from them and out of Jason’s grip. It was obvious that this man was used to getting what he wanted, always. His eyes narrowed and a condescending tone entered his speech. “You can have her. She’s not good enough for me anyways.”

Megan laughed, loudly. She was not injured at all by the comment. The girl had received far greater insults over the last few years. Stepping between the two men, her back to the idiot. Her voice sweet and seductive at the same time when she placed both hands against his chest. “Well, Mr. Grim. I hadn’t expected to see those kinds of moves until we ended up in my hotel room later on tonight,” she said with a smirk partly because she meant it and partly because she wanted to distract him from drawing too much attention to her. The less people remembered that she was here, the better off she’d be when the target was found dead.
 
Grim nodded, watching the man for a moment before the continued their dance. He smiled at her. "I'd be happy to show you more..." He said, his hand lightly caressing her hip. "They are far more interesting than anything here..." he said, smiling both because it was true, and because it hinted at what he knew they both wanted- to leave now and forget the gala and adventure into more... exciting events.
 
Megan moved with him easily. The feel of his hand caressing her hip was like a wakeup call to her libido. It heated up her body from the inside out. Leaning forward so she could whisper into his ear. "What exactly will you be showing me, Mr. Grim?" she asked.

Her silky smooth cheek rubbed up softly against his rougher cheek. He would hear as she inhaled. Megan filled her nose with the scent of his cologne and it made her mouth water just wondering what his skin would taste like on her tongue. She couldn't help herself. Letting her lips brush ever so faintly across his neck.
 
He smiled and gasped slightly as she kissed his neck. "Only the best of my moves..." He whispered back. He held her body against hers as they danced together, mostly oblivious to the rest of the party. "I'm sure you'd find them as enjoyable as I do..."
 
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