Ararat Park Hyatt Hotel, Moscow-07:28 pm (American Time)

Evelyn Maxwell's POV

I unwrapped the tight corset from around my body. The cool air of the room hit my body like a punch to the chest. I shivered lightly and slipped the tight black jeans off my legs. I slipped the all black briefs off, and quickly grabbed one of the white plush towels for myself, I sighed as my eyes searched for my iPod finally the screen glinted and I lunged for it. I entered the wet room and quickly scanned my song selection, "Good choice." I smirked to myself as I pressed play, 'Make Room! By My Chemical Romance.' I placed the iPod on a small shelf and quickly switched on the steaming hot water. I hummed gently as the hot spray hit my body; my muscled became loose and relaxed, as I stood facing the hot jetting water. I nodded my head to the hard rocking song as I snatched the fragranced shower gel. I ran my hands over my body as I sway and rocked to the music, I wiped away the foaming mass of bubbles on my skin, and quickly filled my hair with shampoo. I closed my eyes as the next song entered the air, 'I'm So Sick by Flyleaf." I began to sing as my nails ran across my scalp; I turned around to face the wall in front of me, as I washed away the exhausted shampoo. I breathed in only to feel my lungs become heavy with steam. My hand moved around the shower searching for the conditioner, finally my fingers hit something. I quickly massaged the thick conditioner into my hair and returned to facing the jetting water. I ran my hands over my face, and sighed heavily.

Here in Russia it was half past six in the afternoon. It was nearly show time, an hour and a half till I had seduce and question a CEO. I gave a groan and turned around to wash the cold conditioner out of my jet black hair. I flipped the switch causing the hot water to abruptly stop; I pulled the plush towel around my body and grabbed my iPod. My wet feet padded loudly against the hard floor. My iPod stopped producing the unique sounds of Flyleaf and began screaming out the rugged sounds of, 'Vermillion by Slipknot.' I sighed happily and turned up the volume. Goosebumps rose up on my arms quickly, as I pulled away the now saturated towel, only to replay it with a new bathrobe. I smirked and pulled the soft material over my pale shoulders. I walked over to the three lingering bags which belonged to me, and dug out a pair of all black floral lace briefs. I slid them up my legs, and looked to the black box lying on the floor. I pulled off the lid and slowly pulled out the delicate silk dress. I turned it over to see the back was all purple lace, which would end at my lower back. I looked back at the lingering bags, and sighed. Why did Ada have to buy such a revealing dress? It already had a V neck which would end just above my belly button. I sat myself down on my bed, and looked down at the dress in my hands, and smirked. I couldn't help it, I already had Wesker pinning after me, and Leon had a serious crush. I chuckled, and stood up from the plush bed. I moved over to the small vanity dresser and looked in the mirror; my hair was a curly mess as it was still damp.

I sighed as I looked at my reflection, suddenly a knock echoed through the room. I moved from the vanity dresser and opened the door. Ada was standing there, she held a pair of straighteners and a small travel hair dryer in one hand and in the other hand was a small make up case, "I thought you might want these." She smiled honestly; I nodded and gently took them from her hands, "Thank you Ada." I walked back into my room; she followed close behind, and closed the door, "What's going on out there?" Ada chuckled and sat on the plush bed as I moved myself back over to the chair standing by the vanity dresser. "Chris is telling everyone what they have to do." I nodded and began to chuckle, "Is Chris a good leader?" Ada smirked and shook her head slowly, "He's a bit head strong, and naïve." I shrugged and plugged in the hairdryer, "He's always been like that." I said calmly, and I turned on the hairdryer, I opened the make-up case and quickly found a small comb, I pulled it through my twisted hair as the blowing heat dried it. I switched off the small hairdryer and looked at Ada, who was sat smirking at me evilly. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped me, "What is it?" Ada shrugged and chuckled as well, "Well you seem to know Chris Redfield pretty well." I pursed my lips at the accusation, and looked at my now frazzled hair in the mirror, "Well you know about my run in with Clair Redfield during Raccoon City, well Clair Redfield remembered my name pretty well, and told her brother. He hunted me down for quite a while, when he didn't have anything on Wesker." I stopped and looked at Ada through the mirror whose smirk had turned into one of amusement, "So what happened then?" I cleared my throat quietly, and looked into my own eyes, "Well during one of his pursuits I was called in to a biohazard, and he followed me. Most of the people who had already been sent in by Umbrella were dead; we helped each other get out of there." I looked over my shoulder to Ada, her lips held a sly smirk over them, "So are you and him close?" I shook my head and chuckled, "I must say the tactics I used weren't exactly fair. All I'm going to say is feminine persuasion." Ada squealed at my answer and flopped back on the bed, "If I told Wesker that he would finally kill Chris." I growled, Ada quickly sat up and looked at me, "Don't worry I won't tell Wesker." Her hands were held up in mock surrender.

I sighed and looked at my reflecting again. I slowly brought up at hand to the state my hair had been reduced to by heat. "Do you mind going so I can get ready?" Ada nodded and smirked, "That's fine Evelyn, don't worry my lips are sealed about anything that was conversed in here." I sighed, and chuckled lightly, "Good, now let me sort out this mane of hair." Ada nodded and smirked, "Knock them dead sweetie." I chuckled as Ada closed the door behind her. A dark smirk slid onto my lips. I plugged the hair straighteners into the wall; I combed through my hair one last time and began applying the tongs to my hair. The heat caused the hair to sizzle slightly, I pulled the super-heated metal tongs through my hair, causing my jet black hair to flatten and shine. I clicked the power button on the straighteners and wrapped the unplugged cord around them. I stood up from the vanity dresser and walked back over to my silk dress. I pushed my robe off my shoulders and looked at the dress and smirked, well here goes nothing.

I stepped into the dress and pulled it up my body. The material was light yet showed off the natural curves I possessed. I walked over to the full length mirror bolted to the wall and looked over my reflection. The dark purple silk made my skin look like porcelain; the V was long and showed a wide expanse of my skin, the material felt beautiful on my skin. I looked at my chest to see that the material of the V rested just before my nipple. Dear God. I smirked at the V and twisted around to see the long expanse of lace covering my back, I looked further down my dress to see a single leg slit that reached mid-thigh. I smirked again, as I moved over to the make-up case; I scanned the wide range of lip stick colours and eye shadow colours, and finally found what I wanted. I found a pot of dark purple eye shadow, a pot of liquid eye liner, and a peach colour lip gloss. I grabbed a small brush from the case and gently dusted my eyes lips with the dark purple powder. I flicked the eye liner brush over the edge of my eye lids and finally coated my lips lightly with the gloss. I rubbed my lips together and allowed a sly smirk to grace my lips. My bare feet padded towards the door, I slowly opened the door to welcome and shrill giggle from Ada, "There is no way that they will be able to keep their hand off you Evelyn." I chuckled and looked around the room; Chris Redfield was dressed in a casual tux, with no tie. Clair Redfield wore a tight black cocktail dress; Leon S. Kennedy wore a full tux with a bow tie, I caught his eye causing his signature boyish smile to appear on his lips. My eyes moved to Ada who was now wearing a short electric blue Asian inspired dress. Then finally Wesker, his body was relaxed as he sat on the sofa. His red eyes pierced through his shaded glasses as his eyes trailed over my body, he wore an all-black tux with a red waist coat, "you look amazing Evelyn." The words came from Chris' mouth, causing me to move my gaze to Chris.

He walked towards me as he dug his hand into one of his slack pockets, "This is so that we all keep in contact, and the main channels for your earpiece are mine and Wesker's." I nodded and looked down at the small ear piece; I gently picked it up from his large hand and slipped it into my ear. I smiled up at him, ever since that day we helped each other, we acted very civil towards each other no matter how much Clair detested it. I felt a small tap on my shoulder causing me to swivel around to see Ada standing with a pair of exquisite Iron Fist Bonebreaker platform heels in hand, "I got these when you and Wesker were having your little talk." I took them slowly from her grasp, and placed them lightly on the hard floor. My feet found comfort in the high heels, as we walked towards the foyer of the Hotel. The area was buzzing with business men and the rich. As we exited I recognised the car and the driver we would be relying on tonight, "Yorik take us to the Icon club." Yorik's smile widened at the name of the club we were traveling to. I slid slowly into the sleek car, and looked out of the car to see the group who were meant to protect me tonight standing outside of the car, "Evelyn you need to be seen alone, Yorik will come back for us, until we arrive stay in contact." I smirked through the open door, and nodded to our designated team leader, Chris. I slammed the door closed, signalling Yorik to drive, the tyres screeched against the tarmacked ground, as we sped towards the Icon club.

My smirk grew larger as I began to see the line of people desperate to enter the club, Yorik stopped right outside of the club. I slip from the leather seat and looked around me to admire the lively scene. My smirk stayed put as I walked up to the entrance, two large Russian men stood guard over the clubs entrance. "Как тебя зовут?" What is your name? I smiled up at the bouncer at the door and answered quickly, "Evelyn Maxwell." My Russian accent leaked into my name, as the man searched the guest list, he placed the guest list at his side and smiled down at me, "голову на в." I nodded and entered the claustrophobic space. Men and women dry humped and grinned against each other, as I weaved through the crowd. The bar was pact with tourists and sons of the wealthy. My body began to sway as I blended into the thickening crowd, the crowd bodies soon began to split revealing another booth filled with grey suited men. "The one in the middle is the one we need." Wesker voice rang through my ear, I quickly glanced over my shoulder to see Wesker leaning against the bar and looking over in my direction. I quickly moved my own gaze away from Wesker's piercing one.

I looked at the grey suited me to see a Dark haired and well-built man sitting in between the other grey suited men. "I'm going to make my move." I whispered gently as I allowed a fake smile to grace my lips, "Be careful Evelyn." Chris' deep voice reassured me as I moved towards the grey suited men. The man with dark brown hair, moved his gaze towards me. A sly smirk curled onto his lips as I sauntered towards him, "What can I do for you miss?" I stepped closer to him and bent my lips closer to him, "I was wondering if I could have a dance." Each word I spoke, made my lips bushed against his. The man chuckled and placed his hands on my hips, "Of course." He stood up pulling my body straight as he wrapped an arm around my waist my moved us towards the dance floor. "So what's you name beautiful?" I chuckled lightly ad looked into his dark brown eyes, "My names Natasha Koffski, and yours?" my hands trailed over his muscled chest which lay underneath layers of suit, he hummed lightly as my nails ran over his covered skin. "My names Alexander James." His American accent was thick and southern, his hands stayed on my hips as I swayed against him to the heavy bass music. His hands began to run over my body as the heat in the room began in the room. I twisted around to see Wesker gripping a glass hard in his hand, which made me smirk.

The heard the glass in Wesker's hand smash as Alexander began to grind against me, his hands trailed over my body, as Wesker tuned away from us. I twisted back around in his arms as Chris' voice ran through my mind, "Be careful Evelyn, Alexander James was also a part of a biohazard unit, much like yourself." I nodded mentally to myself, as I took a deep breath. I needed to cement the idea in this man's head that I was sexually interested. I breathed out and twisted my arms around his neck, and pulled his lips down to meet mine. I closed my eyes, trying to enjoy this kiss, but I couldn't help comparing it to Wesker's kiss, this kiss was lazy and filled with lust. But Wesker's was passionate and exhilarating. I pulled my lips away from Alexander's and looked into his eyes, "Do you want to come back to mine big boy?" his eyes lit up with excitement, his smirk grew larger, "I would love to, may I please excuse myself." I nodded and pressed my lips against his once again.

He quickly darted away and back to his booth while I briskly walked towards Chris, his lips were pulled into a line, "He's coming back to the hotel with me." Chris nodded, and looked down at me with his deep eyes, "Good, Yorik is outside, he will take you to the hotel, we won't be far behind, so try and get him disarmed as quickly as possible." I nodded, I didn't want to look at Wesker at the moment as I could already feel his eyes boring holes into the back of my head. I nodded and moved towards the booth were Alexander stood, "So are we ready? I have a car waiting." Alexander smirked down at me, and then to his colleagues, "Yes, we are. Good bye gentlemen." I smiled at the grey suited men, as Alexander wrapped his arm back around my waist as we stepped out of the night club into the Car were Yorik sat waiting. We quickly travel up to the room, Alexander seemed to be in a hurry, his excitement was almost palpable. I swiped the card through the holder welcoming the sight of the white wash walls of the suite. I grasped Alexander's hand and began to pull him towards my own room. I closed the door behind us, and pushed him onto the bed. His smirk grew larger as I began to undress in front of him. The silk material of my dress quickly slipped off my body and pooled at my ankles, leaving me in just a pair of lace briefs. I felt completely bare, I hand nothing to protect me but my bare hands if this mission suddenly went belly up. I crawled over his body till I was able to straddle his hips. I quickly pulled away his suit jacket and white shirt, revealing a heavily muscled torso. Alexander's hand moved over my mostly naked body, I faked multiple moans which suppressed my cries of disgust. I felt a simple revolver press against my thigh, I chuckled pulled it out of its holster, "you won't be needing this honey." I threw it against the wall, and unbuckled his slacks and pulled them away.

Suddenly I was flipped over, my back pressed into the plush bed, as my chest pressed against Alexander's. His lips latched onto my neck like a leech, his hands rubbed and tugged at my skin. His fingers tugged at the edge of my briefs, causing me to distract him. I tugged is hands away and placed them on my chest, causing him to mile wickedly. I made the sounds of moans as I soon began to hear the almost silent footsteps of Chris and the group. I closed my eyes, as Chris suddenly hauled open the door, Wesker stormed into the room and threw the shocked Alexander James off my body. His body bounced off the wall, as he lay on the floor unconscious, "Thank you Wesker." Chris said in a strained voice as he looked over my body. My hands flew up to my chest, causing Ada to suddenly jump in front of the two men in the room, "Right both of you out of here, now. And take him with you." Ada pointed to the unconscious body, Chris moved his gaze away from me to the body on the floor as he began to drag it out of the room. Wesker's re eyes trailed over my body as he towered over Ada Wong, "you need to leave Wesker." Ada said with a serious and deadly tone laced through her voice. Wesker Smirked and left the room without a single snide remark. Ada followed Wesker, out of the room leaving me to lie there on the bed, and contemplate what I had just done.