This is the last assignment that I wanted tonight. I parked down the street as walked the block or two to my destination. I needed the fresh air to calm my nerves, I needed the distance to make sure that I wasn't followed. Q had equipped me with rear view glasses. He must have forgot, I'm a woman I have eyes in the back of my head. I stopped at the bottom of the stairs to make a show of fixing my hosiery; I figured if someone did see me let them think I'm a lady of the night. I sauntered up the stairs to the apartment with a practiced grace, I had a mission and wanted to get it over with quickly.
The doorman watched me with an interested eye. I smiled sweetly as I approached. "Is Mr. Bond in for the night?" His eye lit up with a smile, the young man gave a quick once over and nodded. "Is that a yes, or do you approve of the package?" I knew I should curb my flirtation sarcasm but I needed to get it all out before seeing James.
"Both, Ma'am. Is he expecting you?"
"Yes my dear, he is." I tipped him and flashed him a honey smile. "See you around, Handsome."
I caught him tipping his hat out of the corner of my eye. I knew that James was not expecting me and more than likely had some floozy already bedded. Suddenly my resolve to get in and out grew stronger than ever. Thankfully the elevator wasn't crowded and the elevator boy looked almost dead on his feet. He didn't even question my floor request, must be used to women going in and out of James' room.
I knock deliberately loud enough to disturb anything worth disturbing. I hear padded footsteps slowly maneuvering on the other side of the door. I braced myself for a robed Casanova, and was only semi disappointed.
"Moneypenny?"