Yay, guys! I'M BACK! I'm sorry it took so long, but I was going through a writing block and it didn't go away until I wrote a Camren one shot (if anyone is interested in reading it, let me know and I'll publish somewhere). Also, I just thought it would be a good idea to have an account on AO3 and Wattpad. So, yes, you can find me there now, lol.
ENOUGH TALKING, TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK OF THIS
RULE #1: DO NOT MAKE STRANGE PROPOSITIONS
"He's running away!" A woman screams as she and her partner chase down a man through the dark alleyways of London. She's not entirely a rookie to this city, but she's fairly sure he knew London better than they did, considering that her partner had never been to this part of town before.
"We've got this, Mary," Her partner spoke with her usual French accent and pulled out her gun and continued to chase the man in what felt like a labyrinth to them. Her "artistic" name was so natural to her partner that she could mention it even when her mind was focused on capturing another criminal.
"Vivian, are you crazy?!" "Mary" rolled her eyes and ran after "Vivian" and the criminal. The other woman drove her crazy sometimes. She doesn't even know how they've managed to work together for so long. "Vivian" was the best spy she knew, but she also acted without a second thought from time to time. On the good side, "Vivian" knew how to improvise, so that's probably why "Mary" hadn't needed to save her ass many times. Or maybe "Vivian" is just lucky ("Mary" would rather believe that).
"Hands up, Cyrus!" "Vivian" yelled, probably calling unwanted attention to them. Before "Mary" could react, "Vivian" shot Cyrus on the thigh.
Cyrus – a British man with blonde hair, blue eyes and a beard – crumbled to the ground, allowing the two women to catch up with him.
"You're under arrest for prostitution and human traffic," "Vivian" placed the cuffs around his wrists and announced, "Come on up!" She urged the man back onto his feet.
"Vivian, are you insane?!" "Mary" was quite relieved that they had caught the criminal. But "Vivian's" methods broke at least a hundred security protocols, "You could've shot an innocent person!"
"There was only him in the alley, Mary," "Vivian" argued, "Besides, I aimed for his leg. It was a non-fatal shot."
"Painful nonetheless."
"Just shut up and receive all the glory."
When they walked out of the alleyway there was a CIA team and a London Police Department one as well waiting for them. "Vivian" handed Cyrus to a few CIA officers and then they walked to a black man wearing a fine suit and sunglasses (in spite of the rain).
"Congratulation, girls," Their boss, Lorenzo, said, "You were fast."
"Told you we would be," "Vivian" winked at him and "Mary" just rolled her eyes.
"I swear it's the last time I team up with her, Lorenzo!"
He laughed, "You always say that, Mary," Their "artistic" names were also natural to him, even though he didn't use one. Lorenzo was the Head of CIA Special Crimes Investigation whereas the two women were special agents, which means they just kick in whenever their special abilities are needed. Lorenzo didn't need to protect his true identity; they did. Hence they were always in disguise whenever in action. "Vivian" always wore a red coat and a brown wig to cover her blonde curls. "Mary" didn't see much sense in that, but "Vivian" always says that the best disguises are the ones who are too bold to actually be considered a disguise. On the other hand, "Mary" always had her hair up in a bun and wore green contact lenses and black suits. She would wear a mask to hide her long nose, but that's not always possible. They also faked their accents: "Vivian" had an (incredibly forced in "Mary's" opinion) French accent, which always gave criminals the impression that she had worked as a spy in France prior to this. "Mary", on the other hand, faked her accent according to wherever she went, was it England, India, Brazil or Japan. That way she could blend among the natives.
They wore disguises because they were too important to be recognized in real life. "Mary" thinks she's quite safe because she doesn't get the same exposition "Vivian" gets. In real life, "Vivian" owns a real estate agency in Rosewood, PA. She builds and sells mansions to celebrities who wish to enjoy the town's quiet and rich lifestyle. "Vivian" also mixes up with those celebrities as well – too much for "Mary's" liking. She doesn't know how the criminals hadn't recognized her yet because "Vivian's" face is literally stamped over the front-page of newspapers all across the country. "Vivian" is the sexiest woman in America according to Celebrity Magazine.
"Vivian" is Alison DiLaurentis, the CEO of Carissimi Group.
"Mary" is just Spencer Hastings – a lawyer who works for Alison.
"Do you want some wine, Spencer?" Alison asks, finally relieved that she's no longer wearing a wig and that she could talk to Spencer freely as they were on a CIA plane back to Rosewood.
"No, I have to study," Spencer pulls up a briefcase she always carries with her, "I'm working on your new brand, remember?"
"Come on, don't be such a killjoy!" Alison tugged at her hand, "You can think about it tomorrow! Today, let's celebrate!"
Spencer pulled her hand away, "We've got a meeting with Lorenzo tomorrow, remember? They're letting Jenna Marshall out."
Alison huffs and pours some wine into her glass, "I can't believe they're setting her free."
"They can hardly leave a blind woman in a high-security cell," Spencer snorts, "It's a risk to Jenna's security."
"They underestimate her when they shouldn't," Ali takes a sip of her wine, "She's still a well-known drug dealer and people still follow her. She can't shoot guns now, but that doesn't mean she can't pay people to shoot for her."
"Alison, everybody deserves a second chance," Spencer argues, "You've had yours."
"That," The blonde twirls the liquid inside her glass in deep thought, "Wasn't a second chance. It was more like a merit-based scholarship."
Ali has never been evil – otherwise, she wouldn't be a CIA special agent – but she was a very interesting child. One that had the mania of hiding stuff around her bedroom so neither her parents or her siblings could find them. As she grew up, her hiding abilities developed to a level that Alison became a master at hiding herself. She would disappear for days – weeks sometimes. It was not like her parents cared: her mother was busy fucking the closest man around and her father was always away on "business trips". Her brother, Jason, was too high on marijuana and alcohol to even wonder where she went. The only one who ever thought about her was her sister, Charlotte.
When they were younger, Charlotte was basically Ali's inspiration. She wanted to be strong and independent just like her. And Charlotte always gave her money, though Ali didn't know how she got those fifty dollar notes when her parents barely spoke to them. Alison has always noticed that her parents tended to ignore her sister most of the time and she didn't know why. Jason wouldn't tell.
Until one day she found out where Charlotte's money came from.
Her parents were away when one man knocked at their door looking for her sister. He was young and brunet and had blue eyes. His name was Eric. Charlotte sent him away and Ali didn't understand why. Then she heard the words: "money", "cheap", "whore", and "tranny". Charlotte explained it all to her: she was born as Charles but refused to wear boys' clothes after she turned six and took the name "Charlotte". In return, their parents refused to give Charlotte any attention until she went back to being the boy they knew. Charlotte never caved. So, lack of affection grew into lack of money, which grew into lack of communication. With the need to provide for herself, Charlotte, as she said, "spent time with men for money".
Alison only realized that her sister had been a prostitute later on.
Either way, 11-year-old Alison was mad at her parents for ignoring Charlotte, so she confronted them. They threatened to leave her on the streets. So, she held her chin high and left by herself. Alison gathered all the money she had and went to New York. She slept on the streets and stole to survive. She was way too young when she realized she could charm men into giving anything she wanted if she kept them waiting. Luckily, she was clever enough to run away at the last minute. Eventually, Alison found a group of street kids who allowed her to live inside an abandoned building with them. At least she had more food and could sleep better, but she still didn't trust them fully.
Alison was only found when her thigh had been slashed open after an accident involving a knife. She had no other option but to go to the next hospital so her wound could at least be closed. That's when the police found her: a nurse recognized her from the news. She was brutally honest when the cops asked her why she had run away.
"My parents are never there and my sister is forced to spend time with men for money. My brother gets weird when he smokes and my parents hate my sister because she was supposed to be a boy."
That was enough for the Atlanta Police Department to take her and Jason away from their parents. Aunt Mary – the twin sister of her mother – came forth and applied to be their legal guardian until they reached eighteen. Charlotte came with them as well – Mary asked her to and immediately told her that she was okay with her being transgender. Their aunt owned a small real estate company in Rosewood and allowed them to help with small tasks (such as cleaning the houses and helping her with basic Math) whenever they were free. And she employed Charlotte – giving her work experience and a reasonable wage so that she would never resort to prostitution again. Together, Aunt Mary and Charlotte paid for her surgery, which is something her sister is eternally grateful for.
Jason, on the other hand, had to be taken to rehab. However, he stopped using drugs and began to work with Aunt Mary once he turned 18. A couple of years later, he fell in love with a girl and she ended up pregnant. Jason dutifully accepted his role as a father, but, tragically, his girlfriend died in labor. His son survived though and Jason named him Seth.
Finally, Alison was the only sibling who still had a chance of going to college. However, she chose a different path: the CIA, impressed with the girl's ability of hiding, stealing and charming, offered to train her so she could be a special agent. Of course, Alison accepted the offer. Though, shortly before her training began, Mary fell sick to cancer. Alison decided to put the training on hold so she could help her siblings take care of her and her company. She owed her, after all.
But Ali's charm made the Carissimi Agency grow unexpectedly. With a few social skills, she found her way to celebrities and convinced them that having a mansion in Rosewood was a good deal. The income was so good that it allowed them to create a purse brand named Carissimi. With Ali's celebrity contacts, it wasn't that hard. Finally, Mary decided to retire and created the Carissimi Hug, a non-profit organization related to the group that offered free soccer classes to poor children.
In the middle of it all, Alison found time to get her training at CIA, but she had to convince them she could still be a special agent whilst acting as the CEO of a big company. In the CIA, she met Spencer Hastings, the girl whose IQ was over 180, and learned how to be a good spy. She offered Spencer a position inside the Carissimi Group and the other woman accepted, but only because she thought this was better than being a spy all the time. And then they came up with fake names and accents and it became a thing. In real life, they were a CEO and a wealthy lawyer. On mission, though, they were just "Vivian Darkbloom" and "Mary Smith".
Spencer chuckled, breaking the haze of her memories, "Whatever you say, Ali."
"If I hadn't escaped from home, I would have been dead by now," Alison takes another sip of her wine, "Or utterly unhappy at least."
"Definitely not rich," Spencer quirked her brow in amusement.
Ali agreed, "Definitely not rich."
"Good afternoon, Ms. Marshall," Lorenzo politely said to the woman in front of her. She had wavy brown hair, thick pink lips, and her eyes were covered by a bandage and sunglasses. This woman might have looked kind of frail, but she absolutely wasn't. In fact, she was one of the most influential and dangerous people in the criminal world. Her name was Jenna Marshall and she was the greatest drug dealer in America.
"Good afternoon, Detective," Jenna replied dryly, "I imagine that my tip has worked."
Alison (well, Vivian) rolled her eyes. She couldn't conceive the fact that, though they've managed to catch Jenna Marshall, they were going to let her go. It was too dangerous for Ms. Marshall to remain in prison, her defense attorney had claimed. The other inmates would try to hurt her and Ms. Marshall wouldn't be able to defend herself because, well, she was now blind. So, they negotiated a parole with the CIA in exchange for information on other wanted criminals. Alison thought it was bullshit. Jenna was too dangerous to be set free. She might be blind now, but her brains were pretty much intact.
According to Spencer, what might have made the CIA take the deal was the fact that Jenna got blind due to a mistake of theirs – Alison's specifically. They were chasing down a few members of Jenna's group – the A Team – when Jenna's men trapped them in a garage. In order to protect their identities, Alison shot a gas tank and jumped, taking Spencer with her as well. There was an explosion. Alison and Spencer only had minor injuries, but several of Jenna's men died and she got blind – and that's how they've managed to capture her. The CIA covered up the whole event by stating that it had been a gas leak.
"It has," Lorenzo nods and brings Alison back to the conversation, "Our agents managed to capture Cyrus Petrillo in London."
"I see," Jenna smirks, "I hope he's still in one piece."
Alison clenches her fist on the table and opens her mouth to say something, but, just in time, Spencer distracts her by nudging her ribs.
"You've got an angry agent with you, Detective," Jenna remarks. The bitch had some cat's ears, "Should I call my lawyers?"
"Mr. Petrillo is under custody now," Lorenzo ignores the taunt and continues, "And you should be released on parole tomorrow."
"Thank you, Detective," Jenna smiles wryly, "Now, it's Vivian, isn't it? The agent who blinded me."
"Yes, it is," Alison challenges back before Lorenzo or Spencer could stop her, "The agent who captured you, you mean."
"I'm gonna find you," Jenna promises, "I'm gonna find you and make sure you'll lose more than your sight."
"Missing jail already?!" Alison retorts, "If I had a say on this, you would've never left your cell."
"Vivian!" Lorenzo warns.
Jenna snickers, "I know your voice now."
Then, Jenna's lawyers knocked, ready to whisk her out of the headquarters.
"Ali, are you insane?!" Spencer asked once they were far away from the interrogation rooms, "You've basically made Jenna Marshall put a target on your back!"
"She put a target on Vivian's back, not mine," Ali gave her a nonchalant shrug.
"She still has the money to hire a team to follow 'Vivian' around," Spencer argued, "She CAN find out about you."
"If she wanted to, she would have done it a long time ago," Alison took off her wig and red coat and put on her cream leather jacket – her favorite.
"Wait! Where do you think you're going?!"
"I've got a party to attend and there are some hungry mouths waiting for me, sweetie," Alison flirtatiously winked at Spencer, "See you tomorrow, Spence!"
THE ROSEWOOD OBSERVER
ORGY? ALISON DILAURENTIS IS SPOTTED WITH FOUR WOMEN ON HER PARTY
Sources claim this is not the first time DiLaurentis takes more than one person to her bed
INTERPOL'S MOST WANTED PIMP CAPTURED IN LONDON
CIA and London Metropolitan Police were also involved in mega-operation that arrested Cyrus Petrillo, accused of human trafficking
OLYMPIAN EMILY FIELDS ON THE ROAD TO RECOVERY
Also known as "America's Mermaid", Fields is currently under PT for her injured left shoulder
"Small note on the front page," Emily snorts as she inspects The Rosewood Observer, "Thanks, Aria."
"Don't worry, babe," Paige walked up behind her and kissed her fiancée's cheek, "I'm sure you're front page on the Sports section."
"Aria told me it was front page material," Emily recalled, "I'm okay with the Interpol note being on the front page, but Alison DiLaurentis? Seriously?"
"That woman is such a whore," Paige takes the paper away from Emily's hands, "Besides, how is her orgy more important than the recovery of an Olympic swimmer? Especially one like you, Em."
"I don't know. I guess that's just the media nowadays," Emily shrugged, though the fact that Alison DiLaurentis stole her spot on the front page was annoying her. Emily wouldn't usually be petty about those things, but Aria had promised her that her story would be front page. In fact, it was the only reason why Emily gave her that interview in the first place. She was a shy woman at heart and would rather stay away from the media because they could be inconvenient. However, Aria – one of her best friends – was a journalist and worked for The Rosewood Observer. Though her friend usually respected her boundaries, she insisted on Emily's recovery story that time because it was relevant – America deserved to know that their Mermaid was getting back in shape. Well, apparently America would like to read about Alison's orgy first according to the editor's choice.
To be fair, she never met Alison DiLaurentis – only heard of her adventurous stories – but her other best friend, Hanna, worked for the Carissimi Group. At first, Hanna pretty much put Alison on a pedestal, but that quickly changed after she began to work for Carissimi. Alison could be a bitch, or so Emily heard. Honestly, Emily didn't feel the pull to meet her either, much because she's sure Alison will see her only as a piece of meat. Seriously, that woman had no regard for marital states. Either way, Emily had everything she needs right in front of her.
"I'm gonna make coffee for us," Paige popped a kiss onto her forehead and went to the kitchen, missing how Emily lovingly rubbed the diamond ring on her finger. Paige was everything to her.
They met still in high school when the two of them swam for Rosewood Sharks. Paige was reluctant to come out at first, but Emily gave her the courage to do so. Their families and their peers supported them and they were Rosewood High's It Couple for a moment. Then, everything changed when Emily's parents died in a plane crash – a plane she hadn't taken because she had stayed behind to spend a weekend with Paige. Her parents were basically her whole family and she was afraid that she would have to go to a shelter. Just in time, Paige's parents stepped up and let her live with them. They did not legally adopted her but offered a roof, food, and support until high school was over.
They went to Stanford – Paige's choice – and remained together even when they were called to the Olympic team. Emily was the anchor – she has always been the fastest one – but Paige is an excellent swimmer. Emily is sure she wouldn't win half of the races she did if Paige wasn't on the team. Paige's breaststroke was better than hers, while she exceeded in crawl and butterfly.
Two years ago, Paige proposed to her with a beautiful diamond ring. Emily blissfully accepted, but they decided to have the celebration after the Olympic Games so they could actually focus on their marriage. The thing is: Emily hurt her shoulder in a car accident in Rio, which delayed their celebration once again. As much as Paige wanted to exchange vows, Emily held back because she wanted to recover first.
To make things worse, Dr. Sullivan – who used to be the doctor of USA Swim Team – quit her job and suddenly disappeared from social media. To replace her, the team hired a doctor Elliott Rollins, but Emily wasn't sure if she was fond of him. He seemed to like sticking needles on her arm, claiming that he was using a new and advanced treatment. Emily's shoulder was often sore after she was given a shot, but it was apparently getting better.
"Em," Paige returned from the kitchen with two green shakes in her head, "Your shake."
Emily took the drink from her fianceé's hands and smiled, "Thanks, love."
"Hurry up so we won't be late for practice," Paige pecked her lips and said, "Oh, and don't forget about the gala party tonight!"
USA Swim Team would host a gala party tonight in order to raise funds to teach poor children how to swim. Aside from being a basic survival skill, swimming could give those kids a better life and stop them from joining gangs, doing drugs and that kind of stuff. At least that's what Emily hoped. Nevertheless, her dress was ready and she was looking up to the party.
"Emily, come on! Get dressed!"
"Okay, okay, I'm coming!" She drank her shake in one big gulp and ran to the bedroom to get changed.
"Feeling better, Emily?" Dr. Rollins asked with a distinct Scottish accent, "Ready for today?"
"Another shot?" Emily asked even though she already knew the answer.
"Yes," He answered as he prepared the needle.
"What is the name of that medicine again?"
"ADV3," Elliott answers, "It takes the pain away and helps your muscles recover."
"It's not doping, right?"
Elliott laughs, "No, Emily. It's been certified by Wada."
"Cool," Emily blushes, "I-I'm just making sure of it."
"Of course you are," Elliott shakes it off, "But you can trust that I won't do anything to harm your body or your career, Emily."
"I trust you," She looked at him and felt compelled to answer, even though she still did not trust him. At least not completely.
Emily regrets going to the party.
By midnight, she's sitting all alone by her table with what must be her seventh glass of wine. Usually, athletes would be forbidden from drinking, but tonight was an exception. Also, Dr. Rollins hasn't advised her against drinking during her treatment, so it's not like Emily is sabotaging her career.
Paige is nowhere to be seen and Emily's friends are talking to other people at the moment. Besides Shana and Sydney from the swim team, Hanna and Aria. Emily met both of them during college when they shared a room. Though they had different interests – Emily studied Biology while Hanna studied Fashion and Aria, Creative Writing – they bonded instantly and have been best friends ever since. Aria went on to become a Sports Journalism, which meant that Emily often served as her source. She was there covering the event with Senator Ezra Fitz by her side. Emily still thinks it's weird how Aria became involved with a politician during her college years. Her friend never gave her a decent explanation, but Ezra has been treating her well so Emily thinks it's alright.
Meanwhile, Hanna is there as a courtesy from her new employer, the Carissimi Group. Apparently, they want to design their own brand of swimsuits or goggles and this party was a perfect opportunity for them to meet the swimmers. However, Hanna is not talking to a swimmer; she's talking to a tall woman with brown hair and a long nose who looks somewhat familiar. Emily guesses they work together, but it doesn't change the fact that she's lonely.
A waiter comes to her table and offers her the eighth glass of wine of the night. She's about to pick it up when a swift hand snatches the drink away from her.
"Hey!" Emily whines, hoping she didn't slur and the person she's talking to isn't a journalist. Imagine "AMERICA'S MERMAID EMILY FIELDS GETS DRUNK IN GALA PARTY" in the headlines. That would deal a considerable amount of damage to her career.
"You've had too much already," A woman replies. Emily looks up and sees an incredibly gorgeous blonde beauty twirling a glass of wine in her hand. She swears she's seen those blue eyes already…
"Alison DiLaurentis," The blonde offers her hand, "I'm here as a donor."
The name clicks in Emily's mind. Yes, Alison DiLaurentis, the rich girl who has been spotted in an orgy yesterday. That woman is trouble.
"Emily Fields," The brunette takes her hand, "I'm a swimmer."
"I know," Alison nods and smiles. Emily flushes suddenly and she doesn't know why, "You're America's Mermaid, aren't you?"
"T-That's just something the media came up with," Emily dismisses the nickname.
"Well, it's fitting," The blonde raises her eyebrows suggestively and Emily feels like she's choking. She needs to leave. Now.
"Ugh… I'm not feeling very well, so I think I should leave," Emily gets up from her chair, but Alison unexpectedly blocks her way.
"Are you sure you'll be okay on your own?" Alison asks with Emily thinks it's concern in her voice, "I can pay a taxi or even drop you home if you need."
Emily shakes her head, "It's fine. I'm gonna go find my fianceé," She stressed that last word and touched the ring on her finger, making sure Alison saw her gesture. She was taken, she wouldn't fall for the tricks of a seductress.
"Okay," Alison smiles and steps out of her way, "Nice to meet you in person, Emily."
Emily looks at her one last time before leaving, "Nice to meet you too, Alison."
Emily is about to call a taxi and leave. She's been searching for Paige, but her fianceé is nowhere to be found. She even asked Hanna and Sydney if they had seen her, but both denied. Emily wonders if something bad actually happened and Paige is lying unconscious somewhere.
No. That can't happen.
Walking across the parking lot, Emily notices a door she hasn't seen before. It probably led to the staff room or something. Then, she hears strangled noises. Emily scoots closer and she swears that someone is moaning in there. Probably Alison DiLaurentis and her latest hook-up.
"Paige, don't stop!" A familiar voice breathed out and Emily froze. How many Paiges were there in that party? She could only think of one, but, please, let it not be her!
Emily tiptoed until she spotted a gap – though she immediately regretted doing so. Paige was inside that room, pressing a woman against the wall as she fucked her with her fingers. That woman was Shana Fring.
Her fianceé was cheating on her with her teammate.
The worst thing was that Emily didn't know what to do. She wanted to break into that room and catch them in the act. She wanted to yell at Paige and throw her ring at her. She even thought about going back to Alison DiLaurentis – or any other woman who would take her – as some sort of revenge. But Emily just stood there, unable to move.
This was probably her fault.
She only moved when Shana came and they were about to go back to the party. Emily ran back to the dance floor and called an Uber, sending Paige a text that she was not feeling well.
By the time Paige crawled into bed with her Emily has been faking sleep for at least two hours. Paige didn't kiss her or tell her "I love you". No, she just slumped beside Emily and didn't even put an arm around her. Emily tried to remember if things had been mellow before, but she just can't get her brain to think. It hurt. It hurt even more because she couldn't cry because Paige was lying beside her at this very moment. Paige, the one who was supposed to keep her safe. The one who bought the ring who was burning on her left hand.
Where did she go wrong? Was it because she delayed their marriage and Paige thought she didn't love her enough? Was because Emily was moody due to her injury? Or was it because Emily was just not good enough and Paige only came to realize it recently?
Never mind, it's 6 am already and Emily gets off the bed because she doesn't know how to face Paige in the morning. Instead, she puts on a jumper, legging pants, and her running shoes and leaves their apartment. She begins to run without a route in mind. She's doing this to escape her thoughts not to overthink it all again.
She runs until her lungs give up, so she stops to catch her breath and buy a bottle of water in a newsstand. That's when she saw that magazine cover:
ALISON DILAURENTIS: SEXIEST WOMAN IN AMERICA FOR 2 YEARS IN A ROW
She's not an actress, she's not a singer, but she's got charm. How Queen Bee, one of the wealthiest women in America, managed to seduce us all without being on your TV screen
Emily snorts. Alison DiLaurentis was again on a magazine cover. That woman must either be extremely charming or have a great PR team. Then it clicked in her head. Alison DiLaurentis could make anyone fall for her. Alison DiLaurentis had some tricks on her sleeve.
That's why Emily got her phone and dialed Hanna's number. Her friend answered on the fifth ring.
"Emily, do you know what time is it?!"
"Hanna, does Carissimi have a swimmer endorsing their new brand?"
Hanna was going to hate her, but Emily needed to save her relationship.
Emily walked into Alison's office nervously. She did not feel comfortable in a navy suit and heels and her plan was actually outrageous. Chances were Alison was going to throw her out of the building.
"So, Emily," Alison said from her table without raising her eyes from the document she was reading. She wore a gray suit and, much to Emily's surprise, a pair of glasses that made her look even sexier than on the magazine cover. Emily tries to slap that thought away. It was not the time for self-indulgence, "Hanna says you wanted to talk to me. What's it about?"
"I know about your new swimsuit brand," Emily comments, trying not to stutter, "And I wanted to ask you if you already have a swimmer endorsing it?"
Now Alison takes her eyes off the document she was reading and Emily knew she caught her attention, "As a matter of fact, I haven't. Why?"
"Well, I could endorse your branch!"
"What's your price?"
Emily swallowed hard. Now it's the time, "I'm free of charge."
Alison smirks, "Nothing is free in this world, Emily. What do you want?"
"I… Iwantyoutoteachmehowtoseducewomen," Emily regurgitated.
"I'm sorry… What?"
"I… I want you to teach me how to seduce women," Emily repeated, taking a deep breath before each word.
Alison almost fell from her chair. No, this was a stunt, it had to be. Emily Fields – America's Mermaid with a killer body and a sweet smile – was requesting seduction classes. She giggles.
"Is this supposed to be a joke?!"
Emily flushes, both from anger and embarrassment, "N-No, it's n-not! I need you to teach me how to seduce women!"
"Why? I thought you were engaged to Paige McCullers."
"She..." Emily stopped herself from continuing. Never in hell would she mention to Alison that Paige was cheating on her. The blonde CEO would probably mock her for that, "We've been having problems in our relationship and I wanted to spice it up a little bit."
Alison raised an eyebrow, "Couldn't you just go to sex therapy or something?"
"I just..." Emily rubbed the back of her head. She hadn't thought of that, so she fumbled for an excuse, "It's not safe! I mean, we're both Olympic athletes and people could find out."
"And you decided to come to me?" The way Alison says the word 'come' should be forbidden, Emily thinks, but the blonde still doesn't trust her. Emily can feel it.
"Y-Yes," The brunette nodded, "Because you're the sexiest woman in America."
"Does Paige know about this?" Alison asked. This is starting to sound like a threesome proposal and, while Alison wasn't opposed to those, she would rather not be naked in the same bed as Paige McCullers. Nothing personal, she just doesn't find her attractive. Emily, on the other hand… It doesn't matter. Emily seems to have problems in her relationship and Alison knows she shouldn't prey on her misery.
"No, she doesn't," And if it were up to Emily and she never would, "I just t-thought that maybe you c-could teach me a few things so Paige and I-"
"Listen, Emily," Alison sighed and cut in, "I don't know what's going on between you and your fiancée, but I can't say yes to this. Whatever you're going through, it seems personal."
"Oh," Emily lowered her head in defeat, "Okay," She abruptly stood and picked up her purse, "L-Let's forget we even had this conversation. S-See you around, Alison."
Emily was gone before Alison could say anything.
