
April Dancer strutted down the corridor wearing an off the shoulder ensemble made of mink and she was enjoying every second of its luxurious feel.
Napoleon whistled as she walked past he and Illya, and she gave a little spin for his benefit.
“Isn’t it just darling?”
“It makes you look fat,” Illya said without hesitation.
“What did you say?” April’s voice rose.
“You heard me. It makes you look rather fat.”
“Really? Fat? I hardly think so. Take a gander at this.”
She undid the front of the outfit revealing the teeniest of red bikinis either man had ever seen.
“This I’ll have you know is the latest in upscale beach wear.”
“The bikini or the mink?”Napoleon asked.
“Come with me to that secluded rooftop swimming pool at the Towers and I’ll tell you, darling. Oh and bathing trunks are optional.”
Poor Illya lowered his eyes rather than stare at Dancer’s gorgeous body. She was Napoleon’s girl, and he dared not ever let his partner know he’d slept with April.
“It sounds like a date,” Napoleon grinned. “Sorry partner, this is a Solo assignment, if you catch my drift.”
“Understood,” Illya walked away without uttering another word.
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