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Anyone could have told you that Nya hated feeling weak, but what most people didn’t know was that she didn't mind being weak when it came to Jay Walker. She had always been weak to him when it came to his appearance; she wouldn’t deny that (privately, of course), but goddamnit, had he gotten hotter?! Maybe it was the longer hair, or the perfectly fitted suit, but First Master, she could have sworn she was drooling. She knew she should be focusing on the mission right now; Lloyd would scold her if he caught on to the fact that she was distracted, but fuck it, she would let her imagination run wild for just a moment. What harm would come from her fantasizing about Jay pleasuring her while wearing that suit?
“How long are you gonna stand there staring at me like a creep?” The harsh, cold voice cut through her thoughts.
Nya could feel her face heating up out of both embarrassment from being caught and anger at the sudden reminder that Jay did not have his memories and would not so much as give her a half-polite remark. “Don’t flatter yourself, I was staring at the giant ass building in front of us.”
Jay’s eyebrow arched in a silent, unimpressed question, his sharp gaze scanning her like he could see right through the flimsy lie she’d just thrown out. Nya clenched her fists, trying to focus on the mission again, but the tension in her chest was making it nearly impossible. She knew she shouldn’t be distracted by him—he was the key to this operation, not her daydreams—but damn if his smirk didn’t make her blood boil in more ways than one. And suddenly she was imagining herself tearing off his smirk, but also that damn suit, as she kissed and nipped at his neck. The way his muscles felt under her fingertips. His hands tangled in her hair while his auburn curls fell into his face. Nya blinked, shaking her head as if to physically push the thoughts away. Focus, Nya. Focus on the damn mission, she scolded herself, but the moment she glanced at him again, Jay caught her eye. He didn’t say anything, didn’t even give a hint that he noticed her internal struggle, but the way his gaze lingered felt like it was intentionally teasing her. Then he smiled. He smiled like sin, and she forgot how to pray.