Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

and whispered back, "The plane ride isn’t the issue; I have to kill the fat man, and write with the lipstick I'm wearing, on a mirror. He’s setting me up."
    Coop processed, "Then what?"
    I gulped, "Back to his room upstairs."
    His lip twitched as he took it all in. He looked crazed, “His room?”
    I nodded, “Hopefully for some sleep.”
    He spoke after a minute, “We’ll deal with that later. For now, we need the hit to go smooth and look like an accident. The room is gonna be recorded, you know that right?"
    I nodded.
    "You have to make it look like an accident—smother him while having sex?" Luce gave me a weak smile.
    I scowled, "I've been getting molested the whole way from Boston and could have come up with better plans, than whatever you two have right now. What the fuck were you doing on the plane?"
    Luce grinned, "I watched a couple movies."
    My face dropped. She laughed, "It was a joke. We have a plan. Just need to sort through the couple variables you’ve added. "
    I glanced up at Coop, he was still wearing his processing face. He slipped his hand into his pocket and dialed his phone.
    "Jack, I need two of those potassium chloride pills." He put a hand up to his head and closed his eyes, "There's a table with flowers on it in the hall outside his room. Put the two pills next to the planter, she can wobble in the shoes she's in and pick them up. Write him a prescript for it all and make it look like he's filled it dozens of times, in the last few years. He's fat. He's probably already on it all." He hung up the phone and smirked at me, "Write something kinky on the mirror, before you kill him."
    I nodded. We were still planning the death of a man. He must have seen the look in my eyes. He grabbed my arms, "I wish I could do it for you."
    I nodded and let it be enough. It was going to have to be. I walked past him and Luce.
    "You look sexy as shit, by the way," he muttered.
    I looked back and raised my eyebrows, "So far it's been really fun being the sexy plaything of the arms dealer, who never really killed my fuck-up husband."
    His lips curled into a bigger smile, "Don’t piss me off, Evie. It’s a bad idea."
    I rolled my eyes and walked out of the bathroom.
    I tried to look calm but if the cameras saw me, they would see I was on edge. I made my way to the elevators in the hotel. The shoes were ridiculously comfortable. I had no idea. Two grand for shoes actually paid off.
    I stepped into the elevator and inspected myself. I looked like a high-class whore, no doubt. My only saving grace was so did every other girl in Vegas. I blended perfectly. I coifed my hair and walked out of the elevator when I got to the floor. I looked at the wall to see which way the room was. I spotted the table with the flowers and took a deep breath. I could do this. I could be the person they needed. I wobbled and placed my hands on the table. I scooped the pills up and dropped my clutch. I bent to pick it up, flashing my ass for the cameras. Hopefully that’s what they saw. I popped the pills in the clutch as I lifted it. It was fluid, like I had done it a million times. I reached into the clutch again and grabbed the keycard. I swiped the right door and put it back in my purse.
    I took a breath and stepped in.
    The fat man was listening to Frank Sinatra, as if he couldn't be more cliché with his white suit.
    He looked up and grinned at me, shaking his jowls. His face was sweaty, even though he wasn’t actually doing anything. He was sweating from existing, like that took work.
    He looked me up and down, "You're hot. I'm gonna have to get the name of your company." He smiled like he was being sexy as he undid his dress shirt.
    I almost gagged. Instead, I grinned like I was about to backcomb my hair and tell him about saving whales and orphans. In my best Miss America country accent, I smiled and twirled my long, dark hair, "Why, thank you."
    I always had a thing for accents. Whenever I read aloud, it was with a British accent.
    I reached into my clutch and chatted like it was small talk, "I heard you like it kinda rough, so I was thinking maybe we could do a little spanking first."
    He chuckled, "Oh my God. You're a gift from God. I gotta remember to thank Vince tomorrow. The last girl complained." My stomach dropped at those words. At least it would make killing him easier. I was only guessing about the spanking.
    I smirked and nodded, "Yeah, Vince said to say hi. I think that was his name." I tilted my head