Six Sentence Sunday #2

Up above, the lights in Hayden’s apartment flicked off. Valentin stood watching her a few minutes longer, doing his damnedest not to contemplate the all-too-appealing image of his unwitting partner slipping unclothed into bed.

Partner. The word niggled at his impeccable sense of order. Because partner wasn’t quite the appropriate term, now was it? an insistent voice reminded him. Bait was more like it.