Both, breakfast and ride to work were quite. They were so lost in their own thoughts, they didn't even noticed it, until some kid with poor driving skills almost drove into their car.

-What the hell?! - Coulson's voice brought her back to presence.

- You need a hand with the wheel? - He shot her an intense glare, she knew she earned it, she just couldn't control herself around him. It wasn't that she wanted to be mean but she enjoyed their word battles way too much.

- Oh my god, I didn't meant to… -

- Rosalind, we've been there already, I'm fine. Your mouth just works too fast sometimes, don't you think, we should probably discuss something else? -

The suggestive smirk she gave him, made him realise what he has just said and he had to shake his head to remove the images from their night together from his mind.

But he wasn't the only one having problem focusing. The way she was biting her lip told him that she must have been struggling with the same images.

- Yes, I meant exactly THAT. - said Coulson, taking a road left, the shorter way to the ATCU base, where they were supposed to meet Daisy, Mac and Rosalind's people for joined mission.

- And what's here to discuss? We had fun, hadn't we? - her voice was as certain as always. It wasn't really a question.

- Yes - he wasn't going to lie to her anyway,- but what about work? Should we just ignore the fact that it happened? What if someone sense that something is different or weird because we say something or we stay too close for too long? - he wasn't sure why it bothered him. Maybe it was because Daisy clearly wasn't Rosalind's biggest fan.

- Phil Coulson, are you afraid you might have a problem keeping your eyes or hands off of me? - That smirk again, it was really hard for him to focus when she was looking at him like that. And then he felt a light touch of her hand on his thigh. Damn this woman, he thought.

- Don't be ridiculous, I simply don't want my people to think that there's something going on between us. That would be highly unprofessional.

- "Would be"? You're sure it's not like you should say "it is" or at least "it was"? - she seemed amused. Hand still caressing his thigh.

- But you know what, you're right, let's keep it professional from now on. We can start with using our titles and full names, what do you think? - said Rosalind.

- I think... it might work. - Coulson answered, avoiding her eyes. If he hadn't, he would have noticed that she was struggling not to give him yet another suggestive glare with that smirk of hers. She knew there's no way it would work in the room full of spies and operative agents but she decided to let him fool himself for a little longer. She squeezed his leg, making him stop the car abruptly, then left the car, not waiting for him to regain control and follow.

Oh, it's gonna be fun, she thought, walking to the base's door and putting on her "bitch face".