"What's that?" She squints and looks down at the carpet.
Fuck.
"My pride and joy"
"A knife?" She asks, stifling a smile. She thinks I'm ridiculous.
"Not just any knife. One of a kind, antique." I try and not give it much attention so she'll stop.
"So it's an old, expensive trinket." She plays, eyes glinting, not dropping the subject. I might have to resort to another technique to distract her.
"Really?" I try to take her mind off it by nuzzling her throat, licking the length of her elegant neck. She shudders beneath me, pulling my T-shirt and tugs while she leans back —further away from me.
"Show me, Masen." The way she breathes my name makes me even harder and it kinda hurts to turn away from her. I inwardly curse myself for being this fucking careless and pick up the knife. It's heavy in my hand, shining.
"You're a fucking cockblocker, little doe." I say to her.
"You're kinda an asshole, you know?" She bites back.
"You kissed me first." I grin.
"I said you're a fucking asshole, not that I don't like it." Her smile is smug and holds all sorts of witchcraft, making my stomach do twirls it never has before.
"So," I began, sitting down on my bed, feeling the mattress sink under my weight and stretch myself toward the table, grabbing my smokes. "Little doe likes dicks, then?" Her blush is fucking adorable and she clearly didn't see this one coming.
She purses her lips to keep herself from smiling again, they look so nice and juicy and they're so fucking kissable.
"Oh, Masen." She grins wildly, eyes dancing and mischievous as she steals my cigarette from between my lips and lights it for herself. "I don't like dicks. I fucking love them. I love every fucking thing about dicks." She talks slow, deliberate and the way she's staring at me right now is addictive. She's flirting and I swear that never works on me — but it does now. My heart beats faster and I bite my lip, looking away as I try and recover.
"You might have to show me sometime." I wink at her, lighting another cigarette as she walks to the window, hips swaying and her perky little ass looks delicious in her jeans. I calm down on the inside, glad the knife conversation is over.
"Keep kissing me like that and I might just show you everything." Oh fuck, she's dangerous.
She's so cute, yet incredibly sexy and she owns it — every part of it. Something about her makes no sense: the fact that someone's put a price on her head. Someone fucking wants to kill this exquisite creature and I have no idea who or why. Part of me wants to wire back the money even though that might take some time to figure out. I have no legal name for my contact, no bank account number — nothing. Everything was encrypted, my skillful accountant types the right words and the right names to make my business look legitimate.
Fifteen fucking grand.
I was putting fifteen fucking grand aside for some pussy? Some pussy with and extra side of issues and problems. I dug another hole for myself, was the one holding her friends, AA, everything starts mixing together and I need to keep my facts straight, my stories lined-up. This girl was making it extra hard for me to do my fucking job, and I fucking let her.
I watch her smoke, the wind that blows in messes up her dark curls and her lips form that perfect 'o' when she exhales turns me on more than it should.
I'm in some deep shit now. I need to dig myself out, ASAP.