Wow, thank you all so much. Glad you enjoyed the talk between Angela and Brennan… I had fun writing it, well truth to be told, the scene nearly wrote itself.

Here we go, the next part is coming…

Under cover(s) – 4

Brennan inspected her reflection in her bathroom mirror. No, not her reflection… it was Roxy looking back at her. It was Roxy with red lipstick and smoky eyes and glasses. Roxy, wearing a top that revealed more of her cleavage than it hid. Well, at least it felt that way… She glanced down at her breasts and wondered if people would call the outfit slutty. Where did sexy end and slutty start, anyway? Brennan sighed and saw Roxy do the same in the mirror.

"This is not me." She whispered. Roxy's lips moved, but it was her own, Brennan's voice in which the words were spoken, not the slightly huskier timbre she preferred for herself as Roxy. She'd done it before, pulled off her role as Roxy and she'd do it again.

She tore herself away from the mirror… after all Booth was going to be here soon and she wanted to be ready. No, she corrected herself, Tony was going to be here soon. She had to ban all thoughts at her partner and call him Tony even in her thoughts.

The short skirt she wore rode higher on her thighs as she sat down to put on her high heels and she made a mental note to be careful about her movements… after all she didn't want to reveal too much of her.

When she had finished adjusting the clasps of her black high heels she gave her reflection one last examining look. She supposed she didn't look half-bad.

The high heels and the skirt made her legs look even longer than they were. The tight red top showed a lot of cleavage and the jewellery she wore drew the eyes even more to it. Her hair didn't look as controlled as it usually did….it was supposed to look sexily tousled. She eyed it suspiciously, then shrugged. This was Roxy's sexy swinger club look. If the hair was maybe a bit too tousled it was Roxy's problem. And Roxy wouldn't exist for long.

She heard footsteps from the outside her apartment and put on the black coat that skimmed her knees, then reached for her small black evening purse. Roxy was ready, so Brennan had to be too.

She opened the door only a split second after Booth had knocked and the sexy look of her tousled hair, red lips and smoky eyes made his eyes widen in surprise and appreciation. "Hey Bones. You look… great."

She arched an eyebrow at him. "What bones are you talking about, Tony?"

Booth grinned at her. "I know you're in there. Well, well, Roxy…. Seems were in for an interesting evening."

He offered her his arm and she rolled her eyes at the gesture, but accepted it anyway. "Suppose I should get used to this." She muttered, then gave him a quick once-over. She had to admit, the dark blue jeans and grey shirt looked very good on him.

"Where did you get this shirt, Tony…. It looks… expensive." The silver-grey shirt looked as if it was silk and her palm itched to touch it, to confirm her suspicion. So she did… after all, this man was supposed to her husband for the evening.

Booth had to smile as she tentatively touched the material. "You ought to know, you gave it to me for Christmas."

She frowned and her hand jerked back. "I did not."

Booth winked. "Roxy, believe me, you did. And you bought it in the boutique "Mirrors" back in Seattle."

"Ah, sure, yes I did." She sighed. "How could I forget something that important."

When they entered the car and Brennan settled down in the passenger seat, she heard Booth's audible intake of breath. She gave him a questioning look and to her surprise she caught him staring at her legs. He cleared his throat. "Please tell me this is not what it looks like."

She frowned at him, then looked at her thighs, the way the coat skimmed her knees, revealing bare skin in some places and had to smile. "I do wear something underneath the coat."

"Oh, thank God." Her partner commented, genuinely relieved.

"You didn't think I'd go there… with nothing underneath my coat, did you?" She giggled. Booth shot her an incredulous look. Bones didn't giggle…. So he supposed this was part of her role as Roxy. Pity though….he found her giggling sounded actually nice. Free, careless and…. somehow a little dirty.

He cleared his throat again. "Not really. It… I was distracted, sorry." Despite his words he didn't manage to keep his gaze off her for long.

"You really should keep your attention on the road, Tony. And stop staring, you're my husband there's nothing you haven't seen before." Brennan commented matter of factly.

"If only that was true." Booth murmured before catching himself. Brennan's eyes widened at his words, but she didn't comment on it.

Men, she told herself, were like that. Send the signals they were receptive to and they were prone to think about sex.

Booth shot her another side glance. And cursed silently.

He cursed himself for wanting her, cursed her for wearing whatever little scrap of clothing it was she was hiding under THAT coat. For good measure, he cursed the coat, too. Cursed Cullen for not finding a female agent he could have brought with him to the swinger club. Cursed swinger clubs in general. Himself for wanting her… ah, he'd cursed that before….Cursed the hard-on that made his jeans too tight.

How, he wondered, how was he supposed to get through the evening in Sinner's Palace, when he was close to losing his mind before even entering the damn club?

Ha, Roxy and Tony are on their way…. What do you say, you like it?