She was a young woman in a fitted white dress, her long golden hair gleaming softly beneath the last rays of the setting sun.
Her features were beautiful, exquisite as a doll's. Though the long dress wrapped her tightly from neck to toe, its close-fitting cut perfectly outlined her breathtaking curves, making every step graceful and alluring.
"I really don't understand what that guy was thinking. He actually made me dress like this for a mission like this. It's completely unprofessional."
Stussy walked down the deserted street, silently grumbling about Dawn, who had assigned her this mission. According to what she had learned at agent school, an assignment involving seduction called for something more revealing and direct.
But before she left, Dawn's unquestionable words—"I don't like other people taking advantage of my woman"—had completely crushed her original plan.
"Could that guy really have feelings for me?"
The thought surfaced on its own, stirring up complicated emotions in Stussy's heart.
Dawn was gentle with her at times and domineering at others. More often, he made no effort to hide his possessiveness or his wandering hands. She had never been able to tell whether it was merely a powerful man venting his desires toward an accessory, or whether there was a trace of genuine feeling mixed in.
Just as her thoughts drifted, Absalom, concealed by invisibility, could no longer suppress his pounding heart. He crept forward from behind, holding his breath as he rapidly approached.
His gaze was fixed on Stussy's pert, rounded hips, a lecherous grin spreading across his face. An invisible hand eagerly reached out, wanting to feel the softness and elasticity so close at hand.
Just as his fingers came within a dozen centimeters of their target, an invisible yet mountain-heavy pressure suddenly descended upon his arm.
It was