Fics like luck of the irish

“You are so not what I expected.” There she goes with her foot right into her mouth. Heat crawls up her neck and she’s scrambling for an apology which doesn’t scream that she has no game. For some reason, Emily doesn’t tell her off for being rude but tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulder to expose the long, pale expanse of her neck and her eyebrows raise in surprise. “Oh, were you not briefed?” JJ mentally stumbles over the strange word choice but chooses to ignore it. Emily could be an upper-management exec at a big company for all she knows and talk like that out of habit. She will not start to profile her. Absolutely not. “Well, Penelope mentioned that you are attractive,” JJ tells her honestly, dragging her eyes slowly from Emily’s face down her throat to where the top button of her charcoal-grey silk blouse is undone. “But I think she was clearly underselling you.” A throaty chuckle escapes Emily. “To be fair you aren’t what I expected either.” “And is that a good thing?” OR JJ meets Emily on a blind date or at least she thinks it is one. Emily thinks it's something else entirely. Flirting, miscommunicating and an arrest ensue.

Fics like luck of the irish

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