"Would you mind slipping your hand in my pocket?"
Diana glanced at her fake boss, trying hard to mask her inner turmoil. It was wrong, both in wanting him right then and there and in worrying that this sharp man would blow her cover.
Her superior nodded, and she dug her fake peach hand into James Moriarty's pocket, slipping out a piece of chewing gum from the container within the layers of fabric. He stuck his tongue out, telling her with his dark brown eyes to put the gum there. She complied, the very tip of her fingernail just tapping his tongue.
He closed his mouth and chewed, looking pointedly at her lips for a moment, and then murmuring, "Thanks."
She pulled back. Once she was barely out of earshot, she let out a shaky breath. "Oh, my god," she muttered.
As soon as the trial was over she slipped away, back to her flat to peel away her disguise to reveal with dirty blonde hair with a little dark undertone and bright green eyes.
However, she didn't know he had heard her gasp, and was planning to make an appearance soon.
Very soon.