Chapter 12
EPOV
Ella had been pacing for the past half hour, I'm not surprised she had worn through the floor yet.
"Do you think she got the tracker on him yet?"
I rolled my eyes at the worry wart, opening my laptop and bringing up the tracking program.
"Okay, if she got it on him, I'm not sure. But the only active tracker is less than ten feet away and moving. So, either Caitlyn still has it on her person or she got it on Nate,"
"What? Is that a yes or no?"
"We're about to find out,"
On cue the door opened and in came Caitlyn.
"You didn't have to walk me back," Caitlyn said softly.
"But I had to. I wouldn't be a gentleman if I hadn't, now would I,"
"I guess not," Caitlyn said, "Bye Nate,"
"See you tomorrow, Caitlyn. Bye Mitchie and Ella,"
Ella and I both nodded, and Nate waved goodbye as Caitlyn closed the door. Caitlyn leaned against the door, sliding down slowly. The biggest smile I had seen from her yet, on her face.
"Sooo, how was it? Where'd you guys go? Did he-,"
"Did you get the tracker on him?" Ella interrupted.
"Huh? What did you guys say?"
Ella stalked to her, pulling her up and shaking her a bit harshly.
"Caitlyn quit acting like a love sick fan girl and tell me if you got the tracker on the guy," Ella snapped.
All Caitlyn did was giggle as Ella let go of her and she fell back down to the suite floor.
Ella shrieked, obviously frustrated that she wasn't getting any answers. I looked back down at my laptop to make sure Nate got back to his room...he did. I swiftly closed the computer. Back to asking about the date!
Jumping up from the sofa I went to Caitlyn, pulling her back to the sofa.
"Spill everything! From when you left the door till you came back, every little detail!" I squealed.
"Okay, Okay. So he rented out a whole restaurant...but that was after we went through some paparazzi. And then he said that he feels that there is a reason that we met!"
"He has no clue!"
"I know!"
"Listen girlies! Will you pay attention for like..Seven seconds?" Ella asked.
"Yep, I'm all ears!" Caitlyn piped.
"Did you get the tracker on?"
"She did, I could have told you that. You know since Caitlyn was here and the blue blinky dot kept walking down the hallway," I said.
At this point...Ella's pissed like no other. I swear her eye was twitching.
"Okay then," she sighed, "We've got Shane and Jason left to tag. I suggest we get them all done ASAP,"
"Can we do it after we talk about the date?" I asked.
"Mitchie, Mitchie...thinks of it as a reward,"
I rolled my eyes...geez, she's a bit pissy right now.
"Fine, whatever," Caitlyn said, "What do we do next?"
"Okay, I'm not sure if there trackers are enough. I mean, if they get captured or anything, it'll be too late for us to get to them. We need a way to always know where they are before they are there, get me?"
I nodded, a plan sparking immediately.
"They're PDA's and computers. If I can get into their system, we know where they are all the time," I said.
"Ahead of time? Schedules, excellent," Ella asked, "You truly are a mastermind,".
"Thank you, so I'll hack into their IP tonight, Shane said he and Jason were going out for dinner so it should be safe to get into Shane's room get into his laptop and get out clean," I said..
"Here, take these," I told them, pulling out a small mic and its accompanying ear piece, "Well keep in complete contact,".
Caitlyn took the mic and examined it, "Where do you get these things?"
"Agency, but most of the time I'll make them. Some of those manufactured things never work,"
"Utter genius," Ella sighed.
"Mitchie. Mitchie can you hear me?"
Caitlyn, through an ear piece.
"Caitlyn I can hear you loud and clear," I snapped, as I pulled myself onto Shane's balcony.
Yes, balcony.
"...Err...sorry," Caitlyn said at regular volume.
Suddenly, my ears were full of the sounds of jingling bells...Caitlyn's bracelets.
"Cait! Bracelets off now, I'd like to keep my hearing thank you,"
"Sorry," she said.
"Hey! Don't throw them! I got those in Germany," Ella said.
"Get over it,"
I rolled my eyes and opened the French doors and stepped into the empty hotel room.
"I'm in,"
"Great, now find the laptop, do all that techy stuff and get out," Caitlyn said.
I whirled around the room. Where would Shane put his laptop. Then I spotted it, on the bed. Well, this will be easy. I kneeled in front of the bed and opened the laptop, switching it on. Everything was running smoothly until...enter Password.
What would an international pop star have as his password.
Rockstar...duh.
I typed it in and hoped for the best.
Welcome, Shane.
Excellent, I was right.
"Mitchie. Mitchie? You still there?" Caitlyn asked.
"Cait, yes. I'm not going any-, I got into his IP address," I said.
"Challenge passed, now get out of there before Shane comes back," Caitlyn rushed.
I rolled my eyes closing the laptop and putting it back in its place. As if nothing was ever moved.
"Relax, they're at dinner. I don't thin-," I began.
Uh oh. The door opened. First instinct:
Run...Second, hide under the bed.
Well, I'm already on the floor so I crawled under the bed.
"Mitchie...Mitchie talk to me!?" Ella screamed.
"Star is on the stage. I repeat, Star is on the stage," I whispered.
"GET OUT NOW!"
Face-Palm moment. Now really? Caitlyn for being the rational one, that was pretty...I'm not even going to finish that.
I lifted the bed skirt and saw a pair of ankles in front of me. Then a pair of pants and a shirt fell to the floor.
Oh...my...gosh.
So many fan girls would probably kill to be under this bed while the Shane Gray is getting undressed. I didn't even know I was still staring at that perfect pair of ankles until..
"MITCHIE!"
I cringed at the shrieks of my co-agents. I took out my ear piece and shoved it in my pocket. The bed began to move closer to my body. OH BOY! Think, Mitchie, think. What the fastest way out of here?
Wait till he falls asleep and get out...fast. Yeah, that's it.
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...He does not go to bed easily. I've began to pick at the white carpet as a result of my boredom.
Shane turned in his bed once again moving the mattress down. I pressed myself closer to the ground. Suddenly the bed rose, I let out a sigh of relief. Shane got off the bed and walked away from the bed. I heard a door click shut. Probably the bathroom door.
AHA! Here's where secret agent Mitchie Torres makes her grand escape.
I scrambled out from under the bed. Taking a second to dust myself off. And I began to hightail it out.
"Mitchie?"
Shit. So much for being a super spy.
"Mitchie, what are you doing in here?" Shane asked.
Think, Mitchie, Think.
"Ooh, Shane," I purred.
His eyes widened as I turned to face him. The most seductive grin that I could muster on my face. I began a sexy strut I had learned in Monaco...long story about that mission. As I neared him, him being Shane. Shane being in only boxers.
Shane stumbled backwards falling onto the bed. Excellent. I pushed him bare chest so he laid flat on the bed, I, hovering over him.
He looked like he was gonna past out or something.
I straddled him and began to run my hands up and down his chest, then through his hair. I found this the perfect time to put the tracker on Shane. I took it from my pocket and began to finger through Shane's hair again. I moved my hand down to the back of his neck and pressed the chip to his neck and he winced.
"Oh Shane, relax. It is just a dream after all," I whispered in his ear.
"D-dream?"
"Yes,"
"Dream, you say?" Shane said with more confidence.
"Mhm," I murmured, rubbing his arms and shoulders.
"Well, I like this dream," he said, beginning to rub up and down my sides.
Uh...no. Time out buddy.
I took hold of his hands, slamming them down on the bed. His eyes closed and his head went back. Pain.
Shane opened his eyes and smiled, "Hell yeah!"
Tsk, tsk. And for some reason I don't think this is the first 'dream' of this scenario.
I had to make my exit...like, you know before this gets out of hand and way, way, too far.
So...
I laid on his chest. Our faces inches apart. My lips grazed his cheek.
And I jumped up and made a run for the balcony. I threw open the door and slammed them behind me. Thinking about the typical guys. I knew he would run to the balcony. I leapt over the side and clung for dear life to the bottom of the balcony. And sure enough the doors flew open and revealed a puzzled Shane. Can I call 'em or what.
"Never again," I said, coming through the balcony door into our room.
"Why the hell weren't you answering back? And why was Shane yelling, hell yeah?" Ella asked.
"Geez, thanks Ell. No, I didn't just scale a hotel building. Why don't we all bombard Mitchie with questions,"
"Sorry...how'd it go?"
"It was good...except you, the part where I almost had sex with him," I said, throwing myself on the sofa.
"You what?!" Ella screeched.
"Well...obviously you guys know that Shane ended up coming back to his room, so I hid under the bed...for forever! Then he left, or I thought and I tried to get out but he came back. So pretty much I ended up switching into 'dream vixen' mode, which was completely awkward I'm not gonna lie. Chipped him and got out, so it's all good!"
"Wait...back up. Dream vixen?" Caitlyn asked.
"Well yeah. Nothing like a wet dream to spark some fun, don't ya think?"
"Uh. No, but whatever. The point is we have him on a tracker now," Ella said.
"Right," I nodded.
Well that was fun in many ways...Some more than others. But the best part was that I was totally sexy with Shane Gray!
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