Matt couldn't believe this. The fearless leader of the Saints had not only spared his life, the woman also offered him protection and a new crew to follow, The Saints. He admired her boldness in offering him into a crew after trying to kill her only moments before.
If Matt was being honest with himself he had never seen anyone like her. She stopped at nothing to get what she wanted and destroyed anything and anyone who got in her away. She was the most brave and feared woman he had ever come to know. Not to mention demanding, ruthless, and a little bit psycho. But who wasn't off their rockers nowadays?
After watching her undeniable loyalty to the people of her crew, it was unmistakable to Matt that there was more to her than just the murderer surface. She genuinely cared about the people around her so he figured deep down she had to have a heart.
It wasn't until he saw her in person when he realized just how beautiful she really was. Her facial features were soft and delicate, not to mention young. She couldn't have been older than twenty-two. Her skin was the color of caramel. Matt figured she was of African American and Caucasian descent.
Her eyes were almond shaped and hazel in color. Her medium brown hair passed her shoulders in waves. Her lips were naturally pouty. She had perfectly shaped, white teeth and he could only imagine how beautiful her smile was. To his dismay, he hadn't got the chance to see it.
She stood at 5'4, a good nine inches shorter than Matt himself. Her body had brought on so many cold showers for him that he had lost count. She had a toned, supple body with curves in all the right places. He dreamed of what he'd do with that body if ever given the chance.
He imagined running his tongue and hands all over her skin until she was withering beneath him. He'd bury his face between her lush thighs until she begged him to fuck her. Then he'd slide into her soft flesh and fuck her to the wee hours of the morning.
Matt sighed to himself. If only. The leader of the saints (who remained nameless) had not only saved his life and provided him with protection, she allowed him to live at the Saints' HQ under the agreement that he would join the crew. The Saints seemed to have room for one more genius-minded hacker in their crew.
Not only did the boss show him mercy, she showed him kindness. After all of the power driven people Matt had worked alongside, this had to have been the first time in years that someone had treated him with kindness.
He could not compromise their new professional relationship just for the sake of his attraction to her. Matt snickered to himself. He knew his "attraction" was borderline obsessive. He couldn't get her out of his head no matter how hard he tried.
Take now for instance, he was lifting weights in the gym room and when he was supposed to be focusing on advancing his muscles, instead he was picturing what she could be doing at the moment. Probably plotting Killbane's demise or out drinking somewhere with Pierce and Shaundi.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted by a throat clearing in the room. Matt lifted the heavy weight and set it back above his head. He sat up breathing hard and full of sweat.
When their eyes met, he felt his heart race. She wore a pastel purple tube top, Jean shorts, and purple heels to match. How could someone so beautiful be so violent? He asked himself.
The boss watched Matt from the doorframe of the gym. Her eyes scanned his broad chest and toned abs appreciatively. He was a complete punk nerd, but she found something strangely attractive about him. Something deep inside her was pulling her toward the dark haired hacker.
She leaned against the door frame with her arms crossed over her perky breasts, which immediately caught his attention. "What the hell are you doing?" Ever since Matt had moved in, the only thing he found time to do was entertain his laptop. He was like a duplicate version of Kenzie. Seeing him working out was a big change.
"Reinventing myself, if you must know." She was still getting used to his British accent.
"Reinventing yourself?" She coughed a laugh. "Please, Matt. If you're going for the macho-thing, it's going to take a lot more than weight lifting."
He stood up from his seat, rising to his full height and towering over her. He stepped closer until their bodies were inches apart. "Are you trying to convey an underlying message here?"
She grinned up at him as his closeness suddenly effected her senses. His body was like an Adonis statue come to life. Not to mention his bright blue eyes were difficult to avoid. Not many men had an effect on her, but Matt was quickly causing heat to spread through her body with just a look. Despite the makeup and nail polish, she couldn't deny that he was very attractive.
"I think the message is pretty clear. A few muscles isn't going to make you a hard-ass."
"I'm not trying to become a "hard-ass," as you put it. I'm simply trying something new." He raised his arms slightly and gave a shrug.
She eyed his body once more. "Well it definitely is an improvement."
"Is that a compliment I hear?" He smirked.
"In your dreams." Silence passed between them as the two simply stated at each other. "Anyways, Pierce is throwing a party here tonight so if you're not up for drunken fun, I suggest you find the nearest hotel."
Matt pursed his lips in thought. It sounded as if she wanted to get rid of him. "A night of drunken fun is exactly what I need."
"Well, in that case, Birk is coming due to his obsession with Shaundi, so try not to gang rape him due to your obsession with Nyte Blade." Her voice was thickly laced in sarcasm.
Matt tried to hold back his laughter. What type of man did she think he was? "Well, boss, if you must know, my tastes in a companion consists of more feminine physical attributes. Like breasts and round asses for an example."
She stared at him as if to fake being shocked. "You mean you're not gay?" She gasped.
Matt smirked down at her. "Not even close, love."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Call me love again and I just might break something of yours."
"My heart, perhaps?" He enjoyed teasing her far more than he should have.
Her teeth grounded together. "Try to stay away from me tonight, Matt. Or so fucking help me, I just might kill you." She turned around and walked out of the room.
Matt admired the way her hips swayed as she walked away, giving him the perfect view of her tight ass. If he would accomplish one thing tonight, he'd get her up to his room and show her how much of a man he truly is.