"Let me hear you say 'Hey, Ms. Carter!' Say 'Hey, Ms. Carter!'…and tell me how it's lookin' babe"-Beyonce
John hastily made his way down the marble steps of the gala while loosen his bow tie. To say he was a little hot under the collar was an understatement and it was all Joss's fault. Earlier in the day they had received the number of an ultra philanthropist who was the unfortunate target of a hate group. In order to blend in with the crowd they had to wear evening attire. They all had showed up separately he and Finch showed up first and Shaw and Joss were going to join them later.
After a few minutes of mingling and looking at art work Shaw snuck up behind them with a half eaten plate of figure food. She informed them that she cased the place and was keeping an eye on their number. He took notice that Joss wasn't anywhere in sight and he asked Shaw where she was.
Shaw tilted her head toward a small crowd of older men and grinned. He excused himself and made his way over to the 4 older gentlemen that where standing in a semi circle. When that sinister grin spread across Shaw's face he should of know he was in trouble.
He could barely stop his jaw from hitting the ground. Standing in the middle of the circle commanding attention was Joss and just by her appearance he knew why these men where circling her like vultures.
She wore a floor length red sleeveless gown that left her back out. As his eyes traveled up her back he was even more shocked at the tattoo she had on the back of her neck that was now fully exposed because of the up hairdo she was sporting. When she finally turned around he noticed the thigh high slit in the front of her dress. By the time he managed to drag his eyes up her figure and make eye contact. She had on very little makeup and her lips were painted red.
Finally coming out of his haze he injected himself into the circle of men around Joss grabbing her by the waist and excused himself and his 'Girlfriend' to the dance floor.
Long story short after the crisis was averted he decided to poke fun at her and asked her how many other tattoos she had. She leaned up in his personal space and whispered into his ear that he'd have to take her dress off and find out himself, and then she nipped his ear and walked out the building.
Once he was down the steps of the gala he made his way to the town car that he and Finch arrived in. He slide into the car and closed the door he turned to say something to Finch the words died on his tongue. Sitting in Finch's place were a pair of finely toned female legs that were crossed at the knees.
When he finally managed to make eye contact with Joss he was at a loss for words. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward and politely asked the driver to roll up the partition. He watched as she removed the clip from her head letting her hair fall passed her shoulders. She shifted in the seat and put one of her legs in his lap and leaned back against the door and asked him if he was ready to find her other tattoos.