In Death 13 - Seduction in Death

was going for."
    "When this is over, you're in for a full treatment, including relaxation therapy."
    "Actually," Eve said, "I'm going out of town right after -- "
    "You can go wherever the hell you like after the treatment. How am I supposed to use you to drum up new clients when you go around looking like you spent a week in a cave? You trying to ruin my reputation?"
    "Yes. Actually that's been my central goal since we met."
    "Funny. Let's get started."
    "I'll just leave you to it," Roarke said.
    "Where are you going?" Eve made a grab for him, much like a drowning man would grab at a dangling rope.
    He evaded her hand. "I have work." And he turned his back on the love of his life, deserting her without a backward glance.
    "Now, you're mine." Trina smiled with lips dyed a summer grass green. "Strip."
    "Leonardo's whipping up an outfit for you," Mavis said sometime later. "He said you don't have anything in your wardrobe that suits this look."
    "It just gets better and better." Eve kept reminding herself that she'd vowed to protect and serve whatever the cost. Even if that was ninety minutes of allowing a crazy woman to smooth, pack, and tuck God knew what all over her face and body.
    "Coming along." With her green skinsuit covered with a bright pink smock, Trina smoothed at the face putty she'd used to redefine Eve's chin. "How you holding up?"
    "Boobs feel funny. Heavy."
    "That's because you have some now. I know a guy who can do that permanent for you -- at cost."
    "I'll keep my own, thanks just the same."
    "Up to you. Hold still. This needs a minute to set."
    "Why is it taking so long? I can't believe those assholes spent hours a day prepping for these dates."
    "Probably not. Change your appearance that way in under an hour if you know what you're doing. But we're not just changing yours. We're replicating as close as we can somebody else's image." Trina snapped the kiwi-scented gum she was chewing. "It's lots trickier."
    "It's really working, too." In a smock of dizzying neon swirls of blue and yellow. Mavis stood in as first assistant. "The whole shape of your face is different, Dallas. You've lost the chin dent, the edge of your cheekbones. You look softer. Wanna see?"
    "No. Not till it's done. How much longer? I've got to get in the field."
    "Final inning's coming up. I've gotta blend this color, do the surface enhancements." Trina rubbed a bit of color into the back of Eve's hand, pursed her lips, studied the computer image of Stefanie Finch. "What do you think?" she asked Mavis.
    "Need to pink it up just a little."
    "Yeah." She added a dab to a testing bowl, blended. "Yeah, yeah, this is it. I'm a fucking genius. Mav, better call Leonardo and tell him to hustle it with the outfit. I need to know how much of her to cover with this."
    "As little as possible." Eve begged.
    "Relax your face. I'm going to start there. This is a nice face," she added as she went to work. "Pretty and all. Yours is actually the more interesting of the two, though."
    "Golly, Trina, I'm all atingle."
    "If you took basic care of it, it would last you another fifty-sixty years without serious sculpting. 'Cause you got good bones."
    Across the room, Mavis was cooing into the house 'link. It seemed to Eve she and Leonardo couldn't have a conversation with each other without cooing.
    "White skinsuit, red swish," Mavis announced. "Elbow sleeves, scooped neck to mid-boobs. He'll have it down in five."
    "What the hell's a swish?" Eve wanted to know.
    "No talking till I finish the lip area. Very sexy," Trina said to Mavis. "Good choice with this coloring. Can you do the extremities?"
    "Frigid! I just love playing with the goop. I have to take your wedding ring, Dallas. I'll give it to Roarke."
    Instinctively, Eve curled her fingers in protest, a gesture that made Mavis's romantic heart sigh. "Don't worry." She gave Eve's hand a part. "I remember when he put this on you the first time. Almost a year ago. It was the best wedding."
    Eve relaxed again, listened to Mavis's chatter with half an ear.
    She knew Leonardo came in by Mavis's purr of greeting. Then there was cooing and kissy sounds.
    "Wonderful job, Trina." His rich voice sounded very close to Eve's head, which told her he'd bent down to study the work. "I wouldn't have recognized her. Did you decide on the silitrex or the plastisinal base?"
    "Silitrex. More pliable, and she doesn't need it to last that long."
    Eve opened one eye when a finger poked at her cheek. And saw Leonardo's wide,