He hasn't exactly made her plans easier either! She was supposed to get in with little to no attention upon herself, get the information from the target and book it out of there. A chopper would have been waiting for her further down the mountains.

But noooo, this shit had to occur. Had to drag her in.

Warmth, both pleasant and an uncomfortable churning in her belly that rushes to her toes, wells up from the buzz of his voice in her ear, and her hands lay across his chest, press him against the opposite wall with her (teeny) weight.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but I've got taste when it comes to my men. I like them strong like my vodka."

Something perks within her, fighting instinct, perhaps, her training-- whatever it is, brown eyes narrow.

"Haven't you heard of not blowing your cover. If you take them out now the entire village will hear it. They're all watching, fool."