Introductions
Thomas was bored. He had nothing to do and was attempting to drink his boredom away.
“Pretty blonde at 3 o’clock,” Seabury whispers to Thomas.
Thomas waves him off.
He wasn’t interested in some dumb blonde.
“Blondes, not your type?” Lee asks.
Thomas grunts. “No. Stupid whores aren’t my type. Blonde, brunette, white or black, I don’t give a shit.”
“Oh? Then how about world-class sniper Alexandra Hamilton, one of smartest people there is,” Madison says.
Thomas snaps into position. “Where?”
“Second booth closest to the windows. Skintight forest green dress. Nice looking. Supposed to kill you in three days,” Burr says, sipping his whiskey.
Thomas hums and makes up his mind.
“Where are you going?” Maria asks.
“To greet Washington’s daughter. I do believe I see company approaching you all,” Thomas drawled, slipping away as Peggy and the rest started walking over.
Thomas walked confidently, knowing what he was going to do.
“What’s someone as pretty as you doing alone?” Thomas asked, sliding into the booth opposite the young woman.
He watched the girl snap to her senses.
Immediately, she gives him a once over to see him as a threat or not.
A moment later, a look of clarity crosses her face.
Thomas smirked. Good. She should know who she’s dealing with.
Begrudgingly, Thomas had to admit; the girl had an appeal very few did.
Oh, she was nice looking like every other woman. Curvy hips, pinched waist, nice ass, perky breasts. Perfect hourglass figure with lean legs, muscular arms, and a pretty face to top it all off.
But that wasn’t what stuck out to her about Thomas. No, not even close.
It was her facial features that struck Thomas.
Sharply raised cheekbones, a slender jawline, delicate lashes, and wavy chocolate hair with light golden highlights. Eyes a bright color, almost as blue as Washington himself. But not quite.
The blue was iridescent and had shards of iced white stretching options from her pupils in an almost snowflake type shape. From an angle, her eyes looked to be a light violet with icy daggers extending from her pupil. But it was what was in those eyes that pulled Thomas in.
Intelligence. Cunning wit. Hunger for more. A feel for ambition.
And Thomas was intrigued.
“Enjoying a drink, you?” the girl says, finally responding.
“About the same. What’s your name, doll?” Thomas replies.
“Alexandra, Mr. Jefferson. Nice to finally meet you,” Alexandra answers sweetly.
Thomas smiles, leaning back. “Recognized me so quickly, huh? How?”
Alexandra snorts. “My dad used your picture for his Vogue pamphlet.”
Thomas grins. The infamous reputation of her wit preceded her.
“I am cover page worthy. Now tell me, Alexandra, are you even legally allowed to drink?” Thomas said patronizingly.
Alexa smiles sweetly. “Are you legally allowed to be out of your nursing home this late?”
Thomas couldn’t hold back his laugh at the statement. “Your reputation precedes you.”
Alexa sips her drink. “Nice to know.”
Thomas observes the woman carefully.
Long, nimble fingers danced across the glass of whiskey with elegance.
Thomas looks up to see Alexa raise an eyebrow.
“It’s easy to see why you’re a sniper with hands like that,” Thomas said, voice a sultry purr.
Alexandra smiles and stands.
She gracefully rounds the table and places both hands on either side of Thomas’s head, sitting in his lap to straddle his waist. She was small but dangerous.
“It’s not the only thing my hands are good for,” Alexa coos, hands falling to hold Thomas’s shoulders.
Thomas smirks, hands grabbing the woman’s waist.
Bold of the girl to assume that she was the only one with tricks up her sleeve.
Thomas leans in to whisper in her ear, “I know you’re going to try and kill me in three days, darling. You need to be more secretive.”
Alexandra simply smiles at the man and twists hips to harshly grind down on the man.
“Well, love, do anything to piss me off, you won’t even make it three days,” Alexandra whispers back.
Thomas tilts the girls chin up to match his gaze.
“Well, if you decide you want to enjoy some….quality time with me before you shoot me, you know where to find me,” Thomas drawls, the hand not cupping her chin resting on Alexa’s thigh, pushing up the bottom of her dress.
Alexandra leans in and stops her lips a breath from Thomas’s. “And if I said I wouldn’t mind spending some time with you, what would you do?”
Thomas presses his lips against Alexandra’s. “I’d say I know a hotel five minutes from here that owes me a favor.”
Alexandra hums. “And how do I know I’m not going to get killed?”
“You don’t,” Thomas whispered against her lips.
“Lead the way, love.”
“I thought you’d never ask, darling.”