20
EVERYONE WAS LOOKING at me. Or, rather, at my slip. The silver check mark right between the breasts was framed in a vee of shimmering material that clung to my body like liquid. There were splits up the sides of the thighs, showing off perfectly tanned skin beneath. Everything was free and loose. At least it didn’t hinder my already lagged reflexes. I looked like a runway model though, not a cop. Joon had a big, smug smile on his face that I wanted to reverse spin-kick off. Instead, I stewed, keeping pace alongside him as he strode back down the mall boulevard.
‘Oh my god, she’s wearing a Sabi,’ someone gasped as we walked past and into a new lift.
‘Undercover my ass,’ I said to Joon as the doors closed.
He smirked and pushed a button with an icon of The Whitehouse. I frowned, wonde
