Mirage sat up and found her handbag, flipping over her compact mirror to fix herself up as Vice had recommended.
“You have lipstick,” Vice told Victor. “Just there.” He touched under his bottom lip.
“Mmm. Thanks,” Victor grabbed a tissue from the box in the limousine and wiped his face.
“Here,” Mirage took a makeup wipe from her bag and passed it to him as Vice stole her compact and inspected himself in the reflection before snapping it shut and returning it to her bag.
She took the makeup wipe from Victor and removed the last of the lipstick from his skin. Victor’s eyes, meeting hers, were still hot with desire.
“Everyone done then?” Vice’s voice hovered on the edge of laughter.