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Bond took a gulp of his drink while glaring at the game score. He was losing, an entirely unaccustomed and uncomfortable feeling. He was very very good at this particular game but it appeared his opponent was perhaps a bit more skilled. Or lucky, he thought darkly. The consequences of losing were unthinkable, but there really wasn’t any way to properly cheat at this game. And if he were caught bending the rules, he’d end up forfeiting. But perhaps…
Yes. It was time for his patented mix of intimidation and seduction, those well-practised techniques best at turning a target into submissive jelly. He leaned in close behind his opponent, letting his body heat warm the fabric between them. He knew his breath would stir the short hairs behind the ear as he murmured his threat, his voice low and silky. "Throw that and I will make you regret it."
“Nice try, James,” Alec smirked and finished his dart throw. It landed perfectly in the center of the segment needed to give him exactly the points to win the game. “I appreciate the offer, but it looks like you’ll be far too busy tonight finishing all our lost equipment forms, hmm?”