No Strings attached

Day Two(Miley's POV)

"What happened?" I asked softly after waking up to see the man from the night before looking down at me.
"You got wasted." He replied bluntly.
"No shit!" I said sarcastically.
"Hey, without me you'd be sleeping in the middle of a ditch, so you can shut the hell up." He demanded.
"I like you." I stated.
"Good to know?" God his voice was beautiful. Wait, what am I thinking?
"So, um, your name's Nick, right?" I tried to cover up the awkwardness. I failed.
"Yeah."
"Well, umm," I began.
"I'm gonna go shower." He pointed to the bathroom and I nodded.
"Go ahead."
"You need some aspirin or anything? You were out pretty hard last night." He offered.
"That'd be good." I accepted.
"Right," He said, "I'll- uh- be right back."
He left the room and I stood up, going over to the mirror to check my reflection.
"I look like shit." I told myself.
"I think you look pretty damn hot, actually." I screamed, clasping my hands to my chest.
"I didn't know you were there!" I tried to control my breathing.
"I got that from the scream." He agreed, "But you do look pretty good."
"Thanks," I smiled.
"Anytime." He dismissed, throwing me a bottle of water and a pack of aspirin, "Well, I'm going to shower, so I'll see you in a bit."

About 15 minutes later, Nick still wasn't back. I decided to try and find him, make sure he was okay and stuff.
I knocked on the door I assumed was the bathroom, but there was no response.
"Nick?" I called.
Still nothing.
I pulled one of the clips out of my hair and untwisted it into a straight line, then pushed it into the key hole and turned it until I heard a click.
I opened the door to see Nick in the shower.
I screamed, and he turned around to see me staring at him.
"Shit, I'm sorry!" I said, closing my eyes.
I heard him start to laugh, then turn the shower off. A few seconds later I felt a hot breath on my neck and opened my eyes to see Nick staring down at me, and I couldn't help but notice his lips were inches away from mine.
"Come join me." He winked, and I felt myself blush.
"Sure," I said wrapping my arms around his damp shoulders.
Moments later, his lips crashed into mine, and I relaxed into his strong arms. He dropped the towel that had been around his waist and peeled off the revealing cocktail dress I had been wearing the night before, throwing it to the side.

God, it had been so long since I felt safe.
I was always running from the CIA, it felt good to finally have somewhere safe where they wouldn't find me for a while.

Day Two(Nick's POV)

Did I feel bad I was using her?
Hell no.
I was told we had to get close. Make her trust me.
So, if that meant sex in the shower, I guess I, uh, have to.
Besides, it's not like she has long. I mean, I'm going to kill her in a couple weeks. May as well give her a good time, right?
Well, at least that's what I told myself as I wrapped myself in a towel and left her to shower.
I walked downstairs to the cellar and pressed my hand onto the scanner. Within seconds, it opened, and I crept inside. I dialled Oliver, sitting on a leather chair as I waited for him to pick up.
"How's it going?" He asked.
"Umm, good." I replied.
I heard him pause, "Dude," He began, "You got lucky, didn't you."
"Maybe?" I smiled, remembering it.
"Nice!" He laughed.
"Why thank you." I mock bowed.
"Seriously though, man, you need to get her to trust you."
"I don't see what the big deal is," I chose my words carefully, "I mean, why do I have to get close to her? Can't I just shoot her?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you why Nick, you just gotta get close first. You, you don't have a problem with that do you?"
"Oh, no, sorry sir."
"Alright, Nick," He dismissed, "I better get going. You should too. Tell us when something happens."
"Okay," I said, "Bye."
I left the cellar carefully, making sure the door locked behind me.
I ran up the stairs to the kitchen, where I poured a glass of apple juice and a glass of Gatorade. I heard feet on the stairs, and turned round to see a smiling Miley, dressed only in a towel. I saw her staring at my chest, and I realised I was only in a towel too.
"Umm," I began awkwardly, "I'm going to change, kay?"
She nodded.
I handed her the glass of Gatorade and she cast me a surprised look.
"For your hangover." I explained, then sprinted up the stairs until I reached my room.
I pulled out a pair of black skinny jeans and a blue vest top, then chucked on a red checked shirt over it.
I bound back down the stairs, stopping momentarily to make sure I looked okay in front of the mirror.
Perfect.

Day Two(Miley's POV)

God, he's hot, I thought to myself as he came into view.
"So," I said, "What do you do?"
"I'm a doctor." He answered, a little too quickly.
"Really? Wow, I've always wanted to be a doctor." I lied.
He nodded, "Yeah, it pays a lot, so it's all good."
"What kind of doctor?" I questioned.
"I'm an intern." He explained.
"Right," I believed him.
"So what do you do?" He spun the conversation round.
"I, uh," I stuttered, "I'm a student."
He widened his eyes a little, "What do you study?"
"Social anthropology." I've told that lie several hundred times, why the hell is it so difficult now?
"Alright," He said.
"So..." I trailed.
"You should probably get some rest," he advised.
"Come with me?" I pouted and he smirked at me.
"I'm sure that can be arranged." He whispered, wrapping his arms around my waist.

AN, Okay, I kinda have to put this up because I got a review and two story alerts in like, a few hours, so thank you soooo much =]
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