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“Did you sleep with her?”
She doesn’t even let him get his tie off. Merlin, bless him, mutters something about preparing for take-off, and shuffles off into the cockpit, shutting the door behind him. He’ll hear every word they say – it’s only a bit of plastic – but it’s a nice gesture.
“What?”
God, if he doesn’t wipe that shit-eating grin off his face, she’ll slap it off.
“What?!” He’s laughing now. She fixes him with her fiercest glare, the one she learned from governesses and great-grandmothers. It has absolutely zero effect.
She doesn’t really know why she’s asking. She saw enough from the surveillance feed (before Merlin cut it off, coughing) to put the pieces together. Glasses askew, that stupid hacked off tie, sexy Scandi girl beneath him. It doesn’t take a secret agent to work out what happened there.
He can’t defend himself. She’d just hoped he’d try.
“Come on, Rox,” he wheedles. “If it had been you out there, and Prince Harry had gone down on you to say job well done, I’d be shaking your fucking hand.”
He would be, as well. He’d slap her on the back hard enough to bruise, all pally, and it wouldn’t bother him in the slightest. Nor could he possibly understand why Roxy might be bothered.
Eggsy might be a Kingsman, but he’s still a man.