Zoe Morgan has always had one rule about men: Never become attached. It had always worked. Sex means sex and nothing else. But this time was different. Everything was different with him. John. John Reese was the man to whom she became attached. It wasn't planned, it shouldn't happen. He saved my life and that's all, she kept repeating this sentence in her head. But then he asked her help for an undercover operation as a married couple. A thing she hasn't necessarily hated. Actually she loved playing his wife. A few time later they met again in the elevator at the hotel both of them working, later at the bar. When he proposed her another round in the penthouse suite, she immediately thought it was a bad idea but how can resist to him? They spent the night playing poker and drink scotch like the last time. Towards the end of the night after several parties and a bottle of scotch, they decided it was time to them to go their separate ways. And she did something she never would dare. They were at the door, Zoe left first by security. They were in front of each other, look like two teenagers who didn't know what to do. She stepped toward him, now her face was a few inches from his. Perhaps thanks to alcohol or adrenaline she didn't know, she stood on tiptoe and slowly approached her mouth to his letting him the time to run away. But he didn't. He leaned toward her mouth, hasty to feel the taste of her lips a second time. When she felt his lips against hers, she felt something she hadn't had for a long time: butterflies in her stomach. Her hands were against his chest and he gently put his hands on each side of her face. When she slightly opened her mouth to let out a moan, he took the opportunity and slipped his tongue in her mouth. Then a dance into their mouths started. No man had ever kissed her like that. She depended of the kiss, her arms were now around his neck and his hands were on her hips into her coat to feel her closer to him. A few minutes later she broke the kiss to breath and put her head against his, both were breathless.
"Wow…" John murmured, eyes closing like hers.
She smiled and slowly removed her arms from his neck and drew back her head opening her eyes. Feeling her leaving, he also opened his eyes and their look met. She grabbed his chin with her right hand and dropped a soft kiss on his lips before stepping back to take her purse which was at her feet. She opened the door without leaving the eyes of John.
"You've got my number.." She smirked at him.
When she closed the door, their smiled each side of the door. Well, maybe she became attached to him but now… She didn't care.