Tanya idly twirled one of her pistols around her finger as she stood leaning back against the wall, her eyes fixed upon the man lounging on the couch across from her. He was laid back against a black leather settee, wearing a pair of dark grey pinstripe pants and a white formal shirt, the collar left unbuttoned. His feet were up on the table in front of him, his jacket discarded beside him. His attention was directed at the television screen across from him at the moment, a sports channel showing some random event.
She holstered her weapon and ran her eyes along him, taking in his figure and lingering on his face for a few moments. One could say that he was handsome, his brow thick and his eyes deep-set and captivating, his short fuzz of a beard adding to his pronounced masculinity. Her gaze had remained longer than she intended, and she quickly looked away when she caught herself, looking blankly at the TV instead.
José Escobar. The name meant little to her, all she knew was that it was her duty to protect this man, and she never questioned her orders. It seemed odd that the CIA would want to look out for someone who appeared to have all of life's comforts and had no connection at all with anything to do with the state or military. As far as she was aware, he was simply a civilian. Yet something about him, maybe his exceptional good looks, seemed almost inhuman.
The TV switched off with a sudden clicking sound, and Tanya's gaze snapped back to him in time to see the remote being returned to its perch on the table. He then turned his striking emerald eyes to her and flashed a grin, putting one leg over the other. Although those eyes seemed to bore into her, the female simply smiled in response, trying to remain as professional as possible.
"Why don't you have a drink,
mi flor?" he offered, gesturing to the bottle of champagne on the table.
Tanya politely shook her head before responding. "No thank you,
señor Escobar. I never drink when on duty," she said, smiling once more.
"
Por favor, call me José. And I've repeatedly said that I require no protection," he continued, grinning again.
She pushed away from the wall and slowly drifted off towards him. "Well... the agency seems to think you're in need of protection, and I'm just following orders... José."
The man gave a brief chuckle and picked up his champagne glass, giving a hinting clink against the empty glass next to his own, and brought it to his lips. Tanya merely smirked and continued to look at him in amusement. "A pretty
feminino such as yourself should not be burdened with such... dull tasks."
Tanya couldn't help blushing at this comment, but she struggled to maintain composure. She might have been depraved of affection for quite some time now, but emotions had no place in assignments. Besides, she hardly knew much about the man except that the CIA wanted him alive, and she was sure there was much more to him than meets the eye.
"Well, if you're not planning on joining me for a drink, I believe I will head off to the
bañera," he declared, and returning the glass to the table, he rose to his feet and strode past Tanya, looking down at her and giving a brief nod as he walked past her and towards the hot-tub area.
The spy's gaze followed him as he walked down one of the mansion's corridors, unbuttoning his shirt as he went, and then down a few steps. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, and although there was no way she'd ever admit it, his charm was starting to get to her. Trying to clear her head and focus on the task at hand, she walked over to the couch and picked up his jacket, folding it neatly and holding it against her chest, and followed after him.
By the time she had gotten there, Jose was behind a foldable screen at a corner of the room, getting undressed, his silhouette only faintly visible behind the translucent screen. The taps of the tub had already been turned on, slowly filling up the circular tub. As se looked around the room trying to survey the scene, she realised that the room was pretty vulnerable, strategically. The greater portion of the room's walls consisted of windows, giving a great view of the surrounding pine forest. Looking up, she noticed that there was a circular window directly above the centre of the room, letting in the pale moonlight, illuminating the room with a rippling pearlescent glow.
The man who she was protecting walked out from behind the screen wearing a white robe and grinned at her. "Ah, señorita Tanya, you mustn’t put yourself through such menial tasks," he said, gesturing to the folded pinstripe jacket in her arms. "A man should be taking care of you, not the other way round."
She almost blushed in response, but tried her best to hide the faint fluttering she felt inside. Normally she'd have shaken off any advances, but something about this man seemed to draw her in. Mentally scolding herself for not focusing on the job, she shook her head slightly to clear her thoughts, and simply smiled.
Jose chuckled at this gesture as he began walking towards the now full tub, closing both taps, and then switching on the hydromassage. Almost immediately, bubbles shot up through the water, turning the previously transparent liquid into a frothing white mass. Looking back at her, he spoke, "I hope this is not interfering with your mission, senorita Tanya."
"Well... I have to say that this isn't the safest part of the mansion, but I suppose I can't keep you locked up in your room," she joked.
Jose gave a short laugh which somehow made Tanya feel as if she had achieved some great task, and walked over to the edge of the hot-tub. He untied his bath robe, letting it drop to the ground at his feet, blatantly indifferent to the fact that the female operative was standing right across from him. Tanya flashed a faint smile as she looked straight into his face, trying her best to appear unfazed. The man gave a brief chuckle and turned around to enter the frothing waters, and the spy couldn't help but lower her gaze to his admittedly nice rear for a moment before the turbulent liquid blocked all view.
OOC: For the record, assume that his vampiric powers are similar to those of Des, if you know what I mean
