Email Log: Russian Bride (Tasha poses as a mark's betrothed. Clint poses as her bodyguard) WIP
Tasha: *She was nervous enough about the mission before she involved him, now it's only worse. She's in an evening gown that costs more than some people's homes, and there are enough jewels on her to feed a small country for a year. There are no weapons on her person. Not even a hair pin she could use in a pinch. She looks over to him, feeling ashamed of the way she looks right now.*
I'm ready when you are.
Clint: *When she does come out he can't help but stare. Because she looks really damn good and it strikes a pang of jealousy in him. He shoves it down though and gives her a smile. God, she was beautiful.*
Then lets go.
Tasha: *she's not so blind that she can't see he doesn't mean that smile, but she tries to smile back. She's always hated formal balls, and this one is very formal. She closes her eyes, telling herself it's just work but she knows this is going to get complicated. The first mission like this since she and Clint became...them.
She opens her eyes and heads to the elevator for the waiting limousine, fully in character on case there are any tabloid reporters or nosy hotel guests around*