Callas POV:
We stepped out of the car that was parked outside the gate to the private hanger, the French mafias hanger, to be exact.
"I look like a cheap, dollar store hooker."
Sinister kissed my cheek, "nooo, you look like an expensive, Beverly Hills hooker."
Thanks.
This shirt covered half my stomach, and these jeans were so damn tight, and had so many damn holes, it made me wonder if Afanas got scissor happy like a first grader.
The devious smile on Afanas's face made me think I was right.
"Remember flower, you're not f*****g him, you're just distracting him, and leading him over to where we told you." Sinister said softly, his hand was hot on the small of my back.
"what does 'distract' mean?" I asked "want me to whip out my t**s and scream 'AVENGERS ASSEMBLE ' ?"
His face turn
