Agent Grantham vs. the Green-Eyed Monster
"Are you really wearing that?"
Mary looked down at her outfit, checking to see if a button was out of place or there was a tear in her stocking. Finding nothing, she looked up, meeting Matthew's appalled gaze.
"What? Didn't you hear Carson? I'm to go down to the docks and—"
"Yes, yes, I heard," Matthew said in a snippy tone. "I just don't think it's a good idea."
Mary rolled her eyes, pleased Matthew seemed so angry. "I know how to take care of myself," she replied.
"I know that. I just don't like the idea of all those—cads looking at you."
As though responding to Matthew's words, a few co-workers wolf-whistled at Mary as they walked by.
"Get bent," she retorted at the other agents in good humor, Matthew's frown deepening. "It's fine."
"I can practically see your bum!" he said, nearly shouting as Mary bent to pick something up.
"Well…don't look," she said with a smirk, enjoying the color that had risen in Matthew's cheeks. "Unless, of course, you want to."
"Stop practicing on me," he demanded, blushing deeper.
"Practice makes perfect," Mary teased, leaning close to him, batting her eyelashes seductively.
"Nope, I don't like this at all," Matthew said.
"Well, you don't have to. Just be there for backup. I swear, I'll let you kick anyone's ass after we've found the perp."