Trouble Personified
Vess stepped into the lift after her, shaking a thin line of rain from the edge of her sleeve before the doors slid shut behind them with a quiet, expensive sigh. The interior smelled faintly of polished wood and something floral, subtle and deliberate. Soft lighting caught the gold trim and reflected in the mirrors, multiplying them into warm, well-dressed versions of themselves.
Her hazel eyes lifted to Lily’s reflection rather than the real thing at first, studying the way rain had darkened her jacket, the way she carried herself even while leaning casually against the wall. There was always that readiness under the ease, like a coiled wire pretending to be slack. Vess found herself faintly amused by the contrast between dripping underworld operative and luxury elevator backdrop.
“Honestly? Tried it. It got boring,” she said mildly, pressing the panel for the seventy-third floor, “I live for the challenge more than anything.” The lift began its smooth ascent, so quiet it barely felt like movement. She leaned back against the opposite wall, crossing her arms loosely over her chest. “And for the record, I had more than a few minutes. I’ve been inside that hotel’s booking system before. Their security architecture is lazy. All shine, no substance.”
Her gaze shifted fully to Lily now, closer in the confined space, rain still glistening faintly along her collarbone where it had slipped beneath fabric. Vess let her eyes linger just long enough to be deliberate before looking back up.
“You’d hate it anyway,” she added. “Luxury every day means predictability. Predictability means someone eventually figures out where you sleep.”
The corner of her mouth curved again, softer this time. “This way we get the champagne, the bath, and the view without the long-term liability.”
The lift chimed gently as they neared their floor.
“Trust me,” she said, voice quieter but edged with that same dry confidence, “I curate very well under pressure. Imagine what I can do with time.” Vess walked to the end of the hall. She keyed in a sequence to the door and stepped inside. The hotel, per Ves' instructions, had provided a few wardrobe options for dinner. "We can't exactly wander into a fancy restaurant looking like waifs, can we?" She raised an eyebrow at Lily. She peeled off her damp jacket and threw it on the floor before flopping onto the plush sofa and sprawling out like a cat basking in the sun. "You can take the bath first if you like," she waved over the back of the sofa.
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