«Here we are» I said, turning my keys and opening the door. I pushed the door and let him enter first. Dean walked in, dropped the bag in his hand and stopped, looking around. That gave me a perfect view of him from behind. Dean was a handsome tall man, with light brown hair and perfectly made body. He was wearing dark blue jeans and white shirt with dark brown jacket and shoes of the same color. Hmm, just like a model. Dean was young… 26 or maybe… 28, but not more for sure. Looking around, he turned to face me and smiled with a gorgeous smile, demonstrating his diamond teeth. Oh, God, I felt my heart melted in my chest. «Wow, this place is cool». Crap, his voice couldn't be any sexier, «I like it». «Yes, it is, come I'll show you around», I walked in, but then turned to him and asked «Which one is your room by the way»?
He looked at me and I focused on his eyes this time; green and brown and so bright, and so beautiful. God is this man photoshopped or what? It was not that I had never seen a handsome man in my life, but he was extraordinary beautiful with perfect features and still had something brutal in his face. I've brought him to this house earlier by my car, but it was dark outside and I didn't see how perfect his appearance was by all means. «It's 13», he handed me a piece of paper with the number. What? 13? I took the paper and looked at it as if not believing his words. It was really 13. «Mmm… Ok, let's go. It's on the second floor, next to my room. Till now I have been the only one, who has had a room on that floor. Others are on the first floor». «OK, I don't understand. Is anything wrong with it»? «No, no… It's… It's just on the second floor, they gave you a room on the second floor». «So what»? He smiled again, distracting me from my thoughts. «Ah… It's just… Ok, if they gave you a room on the second floor, that means you are really good at your job». «I am, baby, and your room is on the same floor, so you are good at it too». «Yes, I am, that's why I'm your boss darling». I took a step forward, then stopped and turned to face him, «And never call me baby again».
I looked at him with a win look and was proud to see confusion in his eyes. I totally understood him. Nobody would ever say I might be an assassin judging by my appearance. I was not very tall, but my body was really well made, and I loved to take care of it. Yes, my body rocked. I had long straight blonde hair and green and brown eyes, just like his eyes. I never liked my eye color, until the moment I saw his eyes. Now I'm so grateful to my mother for her eye color. Well, let's say if you saw me in the street, you would think I was a little sunny-funny blonde girl, which had nothing to think about, but dresses or bags or shoes. And, to be honest, that was the fact which made me priceless in my job.
«You… are my boss»? «Victoria Morgan», proudly I lifted my hand. «Dean, Dean Winchester», he said in a-James-Bond-voice, which made me smile, and took my hand to shake it. The feeling of his touch on my skin, was like a thunder of lightning for me. I understood, I had to be careful not to fall in love with him. Yes. He was the type of a guy, who was really easy to fall in love with. Judging by his face I dared to think that I had the same effect on him.
«Well, this is your room», I showed him the room number 13, when we got on the second floor. He looked around. The room was all in white and black, decorated in modern style. The bed was in the left corner of the room. There was a black and white painting right above it, and there was a… I didn't really know what was in that painting. Well… art was something I never understood. But it was beautiful. There were not many pieces of furniture in the room, it was kind of a man-style room, with bed, TV, wardrobe and some other stuff and everything in black and white. «Do you like it»? I asked. «It's just what I want», his gaze turned to me. I hope I didn't blush that moment. I was not the type of a girl, who felt embarrassed with a man, but Dean made me feel… damned it, embarrassed. Well, I had to learn to deal with it. There was no other way. He was my colleague, which meant any kind of relationship with him was forbidden. «Good», I tried to sound… not emotional, «Drop your stuff and come down, I'll introduce you to the others».
When he came down, we were sitting in the living-room, drinking and laughing. It was a luxurious big room with wooden floor, white and red walls, decorated in modern style. There were 2 white sofas in the middle of the room and an armchair. Those were kind of surrounding the little wooden table, with a little red carpet beneath it. There was a home cinema on the wall in front of the sofa. The room was decorated with expensive red and white paintings on the walls, flowers and lights. «Hey, come here, join us» I said, when I noticed him. Well, to be honest, I noticed him immediately. Of course, how could I not notice him. All eyes turned to Dean. God, please, let him sit by my side. As if reading my thoughts, he approached the sofa and sat next to me with his playboy smile. I felt his flavor. The feeling of blush, which had already become familiar, spread through my body again. «So, this is Kate», I said, gathering my thoughts and pointed to the dark haired girl, sitting in the armchair, drinking martini. She was wearing black jeans and a black T-shirt. Black was her color. Actually, I don't even remember her dressed in any other color. Does she even have something in other color in her wardrobe? Hmm, I don't think so.
«Hey there», she waved to Dean and was rewarded with a gorgeous smile from him. Kate Harrison. Young and strong woman, I've always admired. She was not very tall either, and her body was very much like mine. She was 25 years old, with brown eyes and long dark hair. Her beauty was wild and still so attractive. She was a highly emotional person, and sometimes it was really really hard to get along with her. «Be careful, Kate is the best in making poisons», I smiled, «So think twice, while arguing with her». I looked at Dean and caught myself at the thought, I was hoping he was not looking at her. And I was glad to find out he was smiling and looking at me with his hypnotizing eyes. Oh my God, I noticed his eyelashes; I would have killed for those. «This is Castiel, the brain of our team. Every single operation is mostly planned by him. And trust me when I say he is one of the smartest men in this planet».
«Call me Cas, welcome to the team», Cas brightly lifted his hand to greet Dean. He was wearing a blue shirt and blue jeans. He was the person I trusted the most in the whole world. He was my best friend. Cas and I went through many things together and that made us really really close. I liked him so much and I was really glad to have a friend like him, so strong, smart and with a good sense of humor. He always knew what to say and how to cheer me up. Cas was older than me, 30 years old. By the way I was 24. He had dark hair and blue eyes, which gave his face a really innocent expression. I liked his eyes, so clear and so blue. When I said I didn't like my eye color, it was because I wanted to have that kind of blue eyes.
«Ok», I turned to the 30 years old, dark haired man, sitting by my other side. He was like a male version of Kate. Always in black and not always easy to deal with. There was something dark and mysterious in his beautifully sculptured face. «And this is Damon Salvatore. He…», I was interrupted by Damon, «And this is», he said pointing to me, «Victoria Morgan. She is the boss here. Nobody here ever does anything without her permission. Victoria is our strongest weapon». «C'mon Damon» I smiled. «And why is that»? Dean looked at me with his shining eyes and smiled. «Look at her», Damon smiled with his big blue eyes, «Would you ever imagine this sweet blonde girl would be able to kick your ass literally»? Everybody laughed. I looked at Dean again. God, his mouth, so perfectly made mouth, I want to… God, no I don't. No. I cut my thoughts. «So she is your secret weapon»? Dean looked at me. I couldn't help but smile again. «He is a smart guy», Damon shoved me on my shoulder, laughing, «Actually that is her main role. She deals with the smartest and the most dangerous people, whom we have to kill. Of course, they never suspect who she is, taking her to their houses or offices or somewhere else. Be careful of her bro. She looks way to innocent, than she really is. This woman is a real devil inside her angel body». «Thank you, Damon», I turned to him smiling and shaking my head, as if in disapproval. «And what do you do to make those men trust you or take you with them»? Dean looked at me with a serious face. Just for one second I thought he cared for me. I got serious immediately. «She flirts with them. Nobody has been able to resist her flirt so far. Of course, they wouldn't. Who would not like to spend a night with a beautiful blonde girl in high heels and a tiny dress», Kate helped me out. «That is my style Kate. I like tiny dresses, high heels, shorts and stuff like that», I said in a proud voice, smiling and touching the white shorts I was wearing with my white T-shirt. Yes, that was my style. I was born on high heels, and every single day I thanked Coco Chanel for the little black dress. Tight jeans and T-shirts, sexy dresses, high heels were something I could never imagine my life without.
«And what do you do when you are alone with your target»? His voice was still cold and serious. Crap! What do you want from me? «I kill them Dean. That's what I do, that's what you do, that's what we do. We are assassins, remember? We take orders and we kill people». I shot back, feeling angry and… hurt. «That means you don't sleep with them»? His voice sounded… relaxed? Why? Did he really care? «I don't», I said coldly. «I'm sorry Victoria, I didn't mean to hurt you, I just…». «It's OK Dean, really, take it easy». And shut up! An awkward silence followed my words. «And…» Dean broke it, «How do you kill them? I mean you may be strong, but still you are a girl, and you deal with men». «I always have someone to cover my back. But most of the time I do the job myself… Sometimes I use poison», I added. «Oh, I see». The awkward silence came up again. «Would you like a drink, Dean»? Cas saved the situation. Of course Cas, He always does that.
The next morning I woke up with headache. We must have drunk a lot the day before. I walked to the mirror. That was always the first thing I did after waking up. My room was not very big. It was a girly room in cream color and with a big bed. Also it had a big dressing room inside, for my shoes and dresses and bags and hats and other stuff. I took a look at myself in the mirror, fixed my hair and walked out of the room, wearing only the tiny black nightdress, I had slept in. With my brain still half asleep, I walked to the bathroom to take some pills for the headache. The bathroom was white with red walls and it was way too large for…bathroom. I walked in heading to the mirror and suddenly heard a voice.
«God, Victoria», Dean had come out of the shower and was covering his waist with the towel. «Oh», I stood shocked by his super hot body. He was standing in front of me half naked with his hair wet and sexy, with his body so muscular and broad-shouldered, just the way I had imagined his body to be, when I first saw him. Perfection itself. «I'm sorry», I tried not to sound like a 16 years old girl who had seen a naked man for the first time in her life, «I forgot I was not alone on this floor any more…». «No, it's me, I… I just should have locked the room, I'm sorry, I didn't think you would enter like this…». Like this? Suddenly I remembered my almost not existing nightdress and tried to cover myself with my hands, though it didn't save me from his burning gaze. Not knowing what to do, I almost ran out of the bathroom and hurried to my room, and only after closing the door, I stopped. The image of half naked, wet haired Dean was following me. He was hot, yes, but Cas and Damon were hot too, and it was not that I had never seen them shirtless. Then what was it about Dean that made me feel like this? Then I remembered how stupid I must have looked running out of the room, «Crap, seriously? Running out? Was that the only thing you could do, Victoria? Running out like a stupid teenager»?
Suddenly I heard a knock on the door. «Victoria, it's me, can I come in»? God, it was him, crap, crap, crap! I opened the door and saw Dean, his hair still wet, but this time he was fully dressed in his superhot blue jeans and white T-shirt. He opened his mouth to speak but suddenly stopped with his mouth open staring at me intently. Oh no! I was still in my nightdress. This time I tried to act like a grown up woman and told him to come in while I quickly put on a black wrapper. «Your room is beautiful», he walked in. «Thank you», I tried to smile, but something was telling me, it didn't really look like a smile. «Look, Victoria, I'm really sorry for… for the bathroom scene. I really should have locked the room». «And I should have knocked it before entering. I forgot I was not alone and…I…». «You are beautiful», Dean took a step in my direction and then stopped, as if he had just said something, he was not planning to say loudly. «What»? I couldn't believe what I had just heard. «The bathroom. I could smell you there, I felt your flavor, and I can smell you here, now, and that drives me crazy. What am I talking about». He was still approaching me until he was so close, that I could almost feel his breath on my skin. My body was burning inside, I wanted to run away, to take a step back at least, but my body was not obeying me. My breath started quickening I could hear my heart beating. What was going on with me? I wanted to tell him to go away, but all I was able to say, was his name. «Dean…», and still it sounded like a whisper. «Hush…», he put his finger on my lips and my gaze slipped down from his eyes to his perfect lips, which were half open. I knew there was nothing I could do. He came closer, until his finger was the only thing between our lips, then slipped it down, brushing my lower lip, and cupped my face. I felt his burning lips on mine. He kissed me slowly and I felt like I lost the ground under my legs. As he deepened the kiss, my hands move to his waist without asking my permission. I have to stop this, I order myself to stop this! «Dean»! Finally my body responded and I took a step back in panic, my breath still hard from the kiss. «Vica», he approached me, holding both of my hands and making me speechless again. «I'm so… No, I'm not sorry. I wanted this from the moment I saw you! And now I know you feel the same. Your kiss told me everything! Then why are you doing this»? «Dean, we can't do this», I sounded trivial, like from a boring movie. «Why»? He he took a step forward. «God, Dean! We will be working together. That means we can't be together like this! We can't be more than friends»! «What the hell? Why is that»? «It's the rule Dean». «Screw it, Victoria! Nobody can stop me from being with you, neither the rules nor this damned job». «This is not just a job, Dean! This is our life! We are not lawyers or teachers or something else, we are assassins, we are killers. This is not our job, this is who we are! And people like us are not made for loving, we just kill, that's all», I felt tears running down my face. Dean approached me and cleaned my tears with his hands, then hugged me, and I could do nothing then hug him back and let my fillings slip down my cheeks. «Hush, don't cry my little girl», he kissed my hair and I felt a pleasant warmth inside me, like I had known this man for many years. I felt alive again. There was a time when I was able to love, when I was an ordinary girl, who wanted to fall in love, who wanted to be loved…What happened to that girl? She died long time ago. I could barely remember her…
«Dean», I looked up to his face, «We can't change who we are. I love my job, I love my life. I have chosen this, and I will not step back, I'll not give it up. I'm sorry». My voice sounded cold, colder than I wanted. He stepped back, not tearing his eyes from mine, «This is not what you want, Vica». «I need to get dressed, Dean, please». I turned away, so that my eyes won't betray me. After a few moments of silence, I heard the footsteps and then the sound of the door. He was gone…