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PART I
Artemis lays down, resting on a rooftop after running her latest mission solo.
She takes her mask off to breathe, and wipes away the sweat as she looks up at the stars.
As Artemis settles to catch her breath, she hears the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. She doesn't need to turn around to know who it is.
"That looked like a tough mission," a familiar voice says, the sound of the footsteps getting closer. "You could have used some backup, couldn't you?"
“So you just sat back and watched, huh?”
Jason grins as he sits down next to her, leaning back on his hands. "Hey, I wanted to give you a chance to shine solo," he says, his voice filled with playful sarcasm. "Plus, it was entertaining watching you kick ass without me. I was rooting for you the whole time."
“Yeah, yeah. Fuck you.” She flips him the bird, still catching her breath.
Jason laughs aloud, completely unfazed by her gesture. "That's the kind of reception I get after waiting here on this rooftop for you to finish your battle?" he says, mockingly hurt. "Such harsh language from someone who supposedly likes me."
Artemis scoffs, and angles her head to look at him better as he stands over her.
“Like you? Who said anything about liking you?”
Jason raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Oh, I see how it is," he teases, grinning down at her. "I go through all the trouble of showing up to watch you kick ass, and I don't even get a 'thank you' or an 'well done, Hood.' Instead, I get the finger and a denial of any affection."
“Affection? Ah, so that’s what you’re wanting, huh?”
Jason leans down a bit more, a smirk playing on his lips. "Maybe," he admits, his voice taking a slightly more serious tone. "Is it so wrong to want a little bit of appreciation for my support? For my concern about your safety, even if I did choose to stay out of the fight?"
“Wow.” Artemis tsks as she shoots him a look. “The audacity.”
"Hey, hey, I'm just being honest," Jason responds, holding his hands up in a mock gesture of surrender. "Can't a guy hope for a little gratitude after waiting here on this rooftop for an hour to make sure you're safe? I could've been out doing something else, you know."
“I said it once and I’ll say it again - Fuck you.”
"Ow. That stings. You're really not pulling any punches today, are you?" He grins despite the mock offense. "But I guess I can't blame you. You're probably just tired and grouchy after that mission. It's not easy taking down an entire crime ring singlehandedly."
“Oh, I’ll punch something alright.”
"Oh, will you now? And what exactly do you plan on punching?" he challenges, leaning in closer to her. "Or should I be more specific and ask: who?"
“I’ll give you three guesses.”
Jason pretends to think for a moment, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
"Hmm, three guesses hm? Let's see… Is it me? Is it the Joker? Or wait, is it Nightwing?”
“Yeah, you’d like it to be Nightwing, wouldn’t you?”
Jason laughs, conceding to her point. "You know me too well," he admits, still keeping up the banter. "Punching Nightwing would be delightful for me, I can’t deny that. But to be fair, I would probably get my ass kicked afterward."
“You’re right, hes an even bigger pain in the ass than I am. You’re lucky I haven’t ratted you out.”
Jason grins at her comment. "Oh, I know I'm lucky," he says, his voice teasing. "You've had plenty of chances to turn me in, but you haven you haven't. I guess there's a soft spot in that tough exterior of yours after all."
“Don’t get too cocky. It’s only cause you saved my life, remember?”
Jason's smirk softens slightly at her reminder of the past. "Ah, yes. The one time Hood saved your ass," he says, his tone now a little more serious. "I guess that probably gives me another year of you not ratting me out, huh?"
“You wanna make it a whole year?”
"Well, I was hoping for more than a year," Jason replies, his smile returning. "Say, how about this: you promise to wait two years before ratting me out, and I'll promise to continue showing up unannounced and annoying the hell out of you for the next two years."
“Let’s see…” she thinks about it. “I’ve known you three months? So.. hmm.. considering Bats going to get on my ass.. eventually… I’d say.. You’ve got six months at most.”
Jason lets out a exaggerated sigh, pretending to be disappointed by her bargaining. "Damn, only six months, huh? I guess that's not too bad considering you could have gone to Batman right after I saved your life and had me locked up."
He grins, leaning a bit closer to her. "But hey, six months of me being a pain in your ass is better than nothing, right?”
“Hmm..” She considers. “I guess the sex was worth it.”
Jason's grin widens at her remark, and he leans in even closer, his voice a low rumble.
"Oh, was it now?" he teases, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Care to give me a reminder?"
His proximity is having an effect on her, she can feel her heart beating faster - she doesn’t want to admit it, but she’s enjoying his banter more than she’d like to.
"You’re unbelievable, you know that right?" she says, feigning annoyance. Despite her words, she doesn’t pull away, and her tone betrays a hint of amusement.
Jason notices her lack of protest, and takes it as a sign to push it a bit further. He moves even closer, his body now almost pressed against hers.
"You know," he says, his voice still low and teasing, "I can see right through you, Art. You can pretend to be annoyed all you want, but I know you’re secretly enjoying this."
“Says the one who keeps coming back to me on an almost weekly basis since that night in the alley.”
Jason quirks an eyebrow at her retort, amused by her quick wit.
"Can you really blame me?" he counters, tilting his head slightly. "You were pretty captivating that night. And, let’s be honest here – I can tell you’re enjoying the attention just as much as I am."
Jason's words sent a shiver down her spine, but she tries to maintain her cool facade.
"Yeah, well.. I’m not the one who keeps showing up unannounced," she retorts, though her voice lacks the usual bite. "What’s wrong? Can’t get enough of me?”
Jason grins, his eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief. "Damn right I can’t," he replies, his voice low and smooth. "You’re infuriating, stubborn, and frustrating as hell. But for some reason, I can’t seem to stay away from you."
She merely chuckles, hardly intimidated as he takes off the helmet and places his face closer to hers.
Now that his face is uncovered, Artemis has a perfect view of his features - the sharp angles of his jaw, the intense gaze of his white-lens covered eyes, and the subtle smile playing on his lips.
Jason slowly reaches up with one gloved hand, gently tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"You think you're so tough, don't you," he teases, his voice soft and low as he stands, leaving her desperate for his touch. Trying to prove a point. "But I know underneath that tough exterior is a softer side just waiting to be uncovered."
“Do you mind? You’re covering my view of the night sky.”
Jason smirks at her remark, amused by her attempt to deflect.
"Oh, you'd rather look at the stars than my handsome face?" he teases, feigning offense. "You're breaking my heart, Art."
“So now you’re coming around to calling me “Art” huh?”
Jason grins, fully entertained by this little game of banter between them.
"It does have a nice ring to it," he admits, leaning back slightly to give her a better view of the night sky. "And it makes you sound less bitchy, so bonus."
“Says the hot-headed red hood who suffers from serious anger problems and a need to be brooding and mysterious.”
Jason chuckles at her description of him, knowing it's not entirely inaccurate.
"Hey, I have my reasons for being brooding and mysterious," he counters, feigning offence. "And as for the anger issues, well, I like to think of it as intense passion. Keeps things interesting."
“And not to mention the obsession and stalking…”
Jason huffs in mock annoyance. "Alright, fine, you got me there," he concedes, holding his hands up in surrender. "Maybe I do have a habit of showing up unannounced and keeping tabs on you. But can you blame me? You’re just too intriguing to ignore."
“Even though if you keep doing this you’ll get found out?”
Jason shrugs, a confident smirk on his lips.
"Hey, I’ve been doing this for a couple of months now, and neither Batman nor the rest of the Bat family has caught on yet," he points out. "I think I’m doing a pretty good job of keeping my little visits stealthy."
“They’ll figure you out soon enough.” She warns.
Jason grins at her comment, a hint of arrogance in his eyes.
"Hey, I don’t think too highly of myself. I just have a certain confidence when it comes to the things I want and have to do, I got this baby," he replies, taking another step forward to close the distance between them. "And I have a feeling you wouldn’t keep entertaining me if you really didn’t enjoy my company, Doll."
She stares up at him as the tips of his boots touch her shoulders. “You’re blocking my view again.”
Jason smirks down at her, clearly enjoying the slight height advantage he has.
"You seem to have a habit of finding yourself in positions where I block your view," he teases, his voice playful.
He takes a moment just to look down at her, his eyes traveling over her figure. "Not a bad view from up here, though," he adds, a hint of huskiness in his tone.
Artemis grabs his ankles and shifts her weight as she rolls onto her front. Trying to knock him off balance.
Jason let out a surprised cry as he was caught off guard, not expecting her sudden move. He stumbled and fell backwards, his back meeting the ground with a thud.
He looks over at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and irritation.
"What the hell, Art?" he mutters, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You tryin' to kill me or just knock the wind out of me?"
She stands over him now, the sides of her boots touching his sides.
“Gotcha.”
"Well, well, look who has the upper hand now," he says, his voice a lazy drawl. "You know, Babe, I'm starting to think you take pleasure in knocking me on my ass."
“Oh, that one I’ll never deny.” She pressed her boot into his chest. “Stay down, puppy.”
Jason's smile widens as he feels the pressure of her boot against his chest. Instead of complying with her command, he lets out a low chuckle.
"Oh, I bet you’d love it if I stayed down and submissive, wouldn’t you?" he teases, his eyes locking with hers. "But I’m no pup, Doll. I’m a big, bad wolf."
“So.. while I have you.. what really brings you here tonight, huh? Other than watching me run my mission earlier.”
Jason's expression shifts, his playful demeanor fading as he gazes up at her. He hesitates for a moment before responding.
"I... needed to talk to you," he admits, his voice taking on a more serious tone.
“Talk to me?” She sets her foot back down on the pavement and crosses her arms, still standing over him.
Jason pushes himself up into a sitting position, resting his elbows on his knees. He looks up at her, his gaze steady and sincere.
"Yeah," he says, his voice softer now. "I need... your help."
She takes a step back as his face is awful close to her crotch like this.
“With?”
Jason seems to realize the proximity of his face to her, and he averts his gaze with a smirk, his eyes flickering up to hers.
"With a job," he replies, his voice regaining its usual confidence. "There's a criminal organization that's been operating in Gotham under the Bat's radar. They've been dealing weapons and drugs, and they're getting too bold. I need someone on the inside, someone with ties to the city, to help take them down from within."
“Inside, huh? You saying you need me to use myself as Oliver Queens niece?”
Jason nods, his expression serious.
"Yeah, something like that. I know you have connections and influence in this city, especially in the more... secretive corners. I need someone who can blend in with the high society crowd, someone who can get close to this organization without raising suspicion."
“Which organization?”
"Vandermeer Syndicate," Jason replies, his tone turning bitter as he mentions the name. "They’re a relatively new gang that’s been causing a lot of trouble in the city. Their operations are well-hidden and we can't seem to find their base of operations."
He looks up at her, his gaze pleading. "That’s why I need your help, Art. You have resources and connections I don’t have access to. I can’t do this alone."
“Vandermeer? The hell does that mean?”
Jason shrugs. "I’ve done some digging and all I could find out is that it’s a surname. Maybe a mob family. Or maybe they just wanted a fancy-sounding name to make them sound more intimidating. But regardless, they’re a bunch of dangerous assholes, and they need to be taken down."
He sighs, running a hand through his messy locks. "So, what do you say, Art? Are you in?"
“Depends…” She rubs the side of her ankle against his calf. “-what’s in it for me?”
Jason’s eyes flicker down to her ankle as she grazes his leg. A sly smile tugged at the corners of his mouth, his mind already swirling with possibilities.
"You want a reward, huh?" he teases, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone. "Well, how about you name your price, and we'll see what I can do."
She steps forward and sinks down until she’s sitting on his lap, perfectly fitting against him.
Jason's breath hitches as she settles onto his lap, her body pressed against his. He can feel the heat radiating off her, the closeness sending a rush of adrenaline coursing through him.
He places his hands on her hips, his fingers gripping her firmly as he gazes up at her.
"You’re gonna drive me insane, you know that?" he mutters, his voice gruff with a mixture of desire and frustration.
“So .. what all does this mission entail? you need me to attend any big parties?”
Jason's hands begin to trace small circles on her hips as he considers her question.
"Yeah, that'll be part of it," he replies, his voice low and gruff. "I'll need you to blend in with high society. Attend parties, rub shoulders with the elite, get close to the Syndicate. You'll need to use your connections and social skills to gather as much info as possible."
“Hmm.. any party in particular coming up?”
Jason nods, his eyes flickering as he thinks.
"Actually, there is. The Vandermeer Syndicate is hosting a high profile event next week. It’s an exclusive gathering for the city’s wealthiest and most influential. I was already planning on crashing the party, but with your help, we can gather some valuable intel."
“What’s the event called?”
"It's called the 'Van Gala,'" Jason replies, his expression turning serious. "It's an annual event hosted by the Syndicate as a cover for their illegal activities. Attendees are usually city bigwigs, celebrities, and other high society types. It's going to be a gold mine of information and contacts, if we can infiltrate it."
“Hmm.. maybe I have heard about it..” She leans back into his legs as his knees are still up, laying her back on them.
“Masquerade, right?”
Jason's hands instinctively tighten their grip her hips as she leans back against his legs. The feel of her body against his is both enthralling and torturous.
"Yeah, a masquerade," he confirms, his voice a low rumble. "It'll be a night of masks, music, and intrigue. Perfect opportunity to blend in and dig up some dirt."
“And …” She pushes her knees apart. “—you want to be my plus one?”
Jason’s eyes flicker down to her legs as she spreads them apart, his body responding instinctively to the sight. He feels his heart quicken in his chest, his hands clenching at her hips.
"Yeah," he mutters, his voice a low growl. "I’ll be your plus one. We’ll go together and pretend to be a couple."
Her arms cross over as she gets comfortable. “What’s the attire? Dress code?”
"It's a black tie event, so we’ll need to dress up," Jason replies, his mind already imagining the both of them in formalwear. "You’ll need a dress, I’ll wear a suit. We need to look the part, blend in with the crowd. And, since it’s a masquerade, masks are mandatory. Adds an extra layer of secrecy."
She scoffs. “Masks. Yeah. Right up your alley.”
Jason chuckles at her remark, a sly grin forming on his face.
"Hey, you know me," he says, shrugging slightly, "I love disguises and mysteries. And I’ll admit, the idea of seeing you in a masquerade mask has me damn near swooning."
“Oh, it’s the mask huh? Not the dress?”
Jason’s eyes rake over her body, taking in her figure as she lies on his legs. His voice lowers, becoming huskier as he responds.
"No, it’s not just the mask," he says, a slight growl in his tone. "I can’t wait to see what kind of dress you’re going to wear. I can already picture you in something... daring."
“You’d be surprised how many I have just from attending Queen and Wayne events.” She chuckles at the thought.
"Oh really?" he asks, a smirk forming on his lips. "And how many have they been sending you to that you’ve acquired so many dresses?"
“Although… they may not be so appropriate..” She removes her gloves and tugs on the front zipper of her suit. “—-a few are pretty low cut.”
Jason’s eyes narrow.
"How low cut, exactly?" he asks, his voice going a bit rough as his mind conjures up some very inappropriate images.
“Pretty low.” She demonstrates with the zipper of her suit.
As she tugs on the zipper of her suit, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of her skin, Jason's eyes widen slightly, his breath catching. He swallows hard, his hands clenching at her hips reflexively.
"Damn," he mutters, his voice rough. "You're going to drive me crazy... I can't wait to see you in one of those dresses."
She grins as she fully undoes the zipper - then goes to do the other one. She removes the costume as she frees her arms from it, now the remaining covers her waist and below as she stays in his lap.
Jason’s eyes rake over her newly exposed skin, his gaze heating up as he takes her in. He feels his body begin to react to the sight of her, his jeans suddenly feeling a bit tighter than before.
He swallows hard, his voice gruff as he speaks. "Damn, Babe.. you're definitely trying to kill me, aren’t you?"
“Right..” She leans back onto his thighs again. “Where were we? Oh. Masquerade.”
Jason takes a deep breath, reminding himself that he needs to focus on the mission, not the beautiful woman sitting in his lap. He forces his mind back on track, pushing away the thoughts of what he’d rather be doing right now.
"Right, the masquerade," he replies, his voice a bit strained. "We need to infiltrate the event and gather information. You’ll be my plus one, and we’ll use that as a cover to dig up any dirt on the Syndicate we can find."
“Uh huh. I got that part down.”
Jason nods, keeping his mind locked on the mission and not the tempting sight of her in his lap.
"Good. Once we’re inside, we’ll need to keep our eyes open. Listen in on conversations, look for any suspicious activity, anything that seems out of place. The Syndicate will likely be using the event as a cover for their illegal operations, so we’ll need to be vigilant."
“Yeah.” She leans forward and sets a hand on his shirt. “I figured that as well.”
Jason’s chest hitches as he feels her warm hand on his shirt, his heart skipping a beat as his eyes flick down to it. He can feel her proximity, her body close, her scent filling his senses.
He swallows hard, trying to keep his focus on the task at hand.
"Right…” he says, his voice low and gruff. "Just remember, we’re not there to cause a scene. We need to blend in, keep a low profile. No matter how... distracting you might be."
“Might be difficult for me to do.” She moves her hips ever so slightly as she uses her arms to push her bare chest together a bit more.
Jason's breath hitches as he feels her hips move in his lap, his eyes dropping to her chest as she presses her arms together. He feels his body respond instantly, his heart thudding in his chest as his jeans get tighter.
He clenches his jaw, trying to maintain his composure. "Damn it, Doll," he growls, his voice rough and strained.
Artemis leans in and places a kiss on his jawline. “Should I cover up?”
He lets out a low, guttural moan as her lips touch his jawline, his body reacting involuntarily to the contact. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to gather his thoughts.
"No... no, don’t cover up," he mutters, his voice thick with desire. "But damn, you’re making it hard to think about anything other than what I’d rather be doing right now."
She moves forward and presses her lips onto his, hungry and in desperate need for more.
Jason responds immediately, his hand moving up to her hair, tangling in the golden strands as he pulls her close, his mouth claiming hers in a bruising kiss.
He kisses her with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness, his tongue seeking entry as his other hand grips her hip, guiding her to move more intensely against him. He’s consumed by desire, his body responding to every touch, every move, every noise she makes.
His hand searches for her other zippers, wanting to free her of what separates them still.
Hood's hand finds the other zipper and pulls it down, his heart racing in anticipation. He wants her desperately, his body aching for more contact, more skin.
He pulls away from the kiss just long enough to whisper, "I need you, Baby. All of you. I need to feel you against me, skin to skin."
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Artemis pulls up at one of his safe houses, this time in her car — instead of on her motorcycle.
She’s dressed in a long black dress with a slit that’s perhaps an inch or two too high - and a low V cut.
Jason watches Artemis get out of the car, his eyes quickly taking in the form-fitting dress, the slit that reveals just enough to make his imagination run wild, and the V cut that draws his gaze down to her cleavage.
He lets out a low whistle as he walks over to her, a smirk on his lips. "--you look damn near sinful in that dress," he says, his voice rough with desire.
She holds her purse around her waist, which holds her things as well as her mask. “You told me to look the part.”
"And you certainly do." Jason agrees, his gaze roaming over her in open appreciation. "You look like every man's sinful fantasy in that dress."
He steps closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. "The men at this party won't know what hit them when they see you in that," he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire.
She looks at his lips, and back up to his eyes. “You want information?” She sets her hand on his collarbone. “—Men talk when they want something.”
Jason grins, his eyes lighting up with intrigue and excitement. "You're right about that," he replies, his voice low and smooth.
He lifts his hand to her chin, tilting her head up slightly to meet his gaze. "Men are always keen on spilling their secrets when they're captivated by something they want. And Blondie, you’ll have those men eating out of the palm of your hand."
Jason watches her walk inside first, his gaze tracking her every move as she goes to sit on the couch. He grins to himself, his mind already racing with thoughts of the night ahead.
He heads into the bedroom to change, quickly discarding his casual clothes and replacing them with a tailored black suit. He looks in the mirror, admiring the fit and the way it hugs his muscular frame, before walking back out into the main area.
Jason stops in the doorway, his eyes raking over her as she sits on the couch, her figure perfectly framed by the low lighting of the room.
Artemis glances over at him as he lingers there a bit too long. “Really?” She asks, pushing herself up and coming over to him. “Red?” She grabs his tie and fixes it for him. “Isn’t it kinda … on the nose?”
Jason smirks as she approaches, his eyes roaming over her figure again in that damn dress. He's a little surprised when she adjusts his tie, and he raises an eyebrow at her comment.
"On the nose?" He repeats, his voice amused. "Well, Doll, considering that most people in there will be wearing black or white or silver, I think a splash of red will make me memorable."
“Doesn’t stand out as much as your black contacts do.” She pulls the tie up and fixes it against his neck. “I see you’re determined not to let me see your eye color.”
Jason lets out a huff of laughter, his smirk widening as she adjusts his tie. He's impressed by her keen observation, but he's not surprised.
"You've got a sharp eye," he comments, his voice amused. "But I think black suits me"
He leans in closer, meeting her gaze. "Maybe I just want to keep you guessing, Gorgeous."
“You afraid it’ll give you away too much?” She stands back as she straightens out his tie. “You’ve either got brown, grey, blue, green, hazel.”
"Who says I'm afraid?" Jason retorts with a smirk, enjoying the way she's studying him. "Maybe I just like being mysterious."
He leans back against the doorframe, his arms crossing over his chest.
“Yeah.. I figured that aspect when you insisted you couldn’t tell me who you were.”
Jason laughs softly, his gaze never leaving hers. "Yeah, well, secrecy's a part of the job, you know?" he says, a hint of dryness in his voice.
He pushes off the doorframe and steps closer to her again, closing the gap between them. "Besides, I couldn't have you knowing everything about me, could I?"
She looks a little saddened perhaps. “Would be nice to know who you are.”
Jason pauses, feeling a pang in his chest as she speaks. There's a note of sadness in her voice that tugs at something inside of him. He reaches out with one hand and brushes a strand of hair away from her face.
"Believe me, Beautiful, I'd love for you to know who I am," he says gruffly. But there's a hint of regret in his voice, his eyes dark. “But it’s not that simple."
“I know, I know. You gotta rep to keep.”
Jason nods, his expression solemn. "It's more than just a reputation, Artemis," he says, his voice growing serious. "There are people who'd use my identity as a weapon against me. And against the people I care about."
He leans in closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper. "Trust me when I say it's safer for you if you don't know who I am. For both our sakes."
“I know.” She turns to go grab her purse.
Jason can't help but watch her as she walks away, his eyes lingering on her curves in that damn dress. He lets out a sigh, torn between the need to protect her and the growing desire to reveal himself to her.
He forces himself to push those thoughts away as she picks up her purse, his mind refocusing on the task at hand. "Ready to go?" he asks, his voice slightly brusque.
“Yup.”
Jason nods and leads the way out of the safe house, his mind still grappling with the conflicting thoughts and emotions that seeing her in that dress has stirred up.
As they step outside, he leads her to his waiting car, a sleek black vehicle parked discreetly in the shadows. He opens the passenger door for her, gesturing for her to get in.
“What a gentleman.”
Jason smirks as she slides into the passenger seat, his eyes roaming over her once more as she settles in. "What can I say, Hmm? I may be a crime lord, but I know how to treat a lady."
He closes the door and walks around to the driver's side, climbing in and starting the car with a purr.
Jason pulls away from the curb and merges into the flow of traffic, his hands gripping the wheel tightly.
The car ride is mostly silent, the hum of the engine filling the space between them. Jason glances over at her from time to time, his eyes lingering on her figure, his mind filled with thoughts of her that he can’t quite shake off.
“So, what alias are you going by tonight?”
Jason glances over at her, his lips curving into a smirk. "You know I can't tell you that, Doll," he says, his voice dripping with mischief. "That would ruin the mystery and allure of the night, wouldn’t it?"
He pauses, a sly smile on his lips. “I'm not going by Red Hood, that much I’ll tell you."
“Oh? So even your fake alias name is off limits?”
Jason laughs softly as they reach a stoplight, his fingers tapping against the wheel as he waits for the light to change. “Yeah, Well, I’m not going to tell you my alias," he replies, his tone a bit teasing.
“You’ll have to figure that one out on your own.”
The light turns green, and Jason drives forward, the car moving smoothly through the city streets. He glances over at her again, his eyes raking up and down her figure in the passenger seat.
He can't help but find her stubbornness endearing, and the tension in the car only seems to heighten his growing desire. A few minutes pass before he speaks again.
“You look damn good by the way,” he says, his voice gruff. “I don’t think I've told you that yet.”
She rolls her eyes and scoffs. “Oh, I can tell.”
Jason smirks at her sassy response, his gaze flickering back to the road. “What can I say?” he replies, his voice filled with a mix of smugness and desire. “You're hard to ignore in that dress.”
She smirks.
Jason chuckles at her smirk, his eyes still fixed on the road. "You like the attention, don't you, Baby?" he asks, his voice taking on a suggestive tone. "You enjoy knowing that I can’t take my eyes off you when you look like that."
“Later.” She glances at him. “We have a mission to do.”
Jason laughs softly, a hint of frustration in his voice. "You’re a tease, you know that?" he says, his eyes flickering over her once more before returning to the road.
“But you’re right, Art... Business first.”