Chapter Three
Significantly Less Than
an: I figure you've waited long enough for me to get my act together...I'm still to lazy to send this out and get a beta...so guess you'll just have to suffer with the grammatical errors...somehow though I think you'd rather read it in it's messy format then wait another month for me to get a beta...but tell me if I'm wrong.
I tried to keep my eyes off of her. But damn that dress was making it hard.
How many times had I dreamt of touching her? I didn't want to think about that number or the way she had felt under my hand. Warm, toned, soft, silk. For a moment I forgot where I was.
And apparently she was forgetting as well.
She was all over McKain. And she didn't seem to be too bothered by it either.
I was still waiting for her knee to come up and jab him when he tried sticking his hands down her skirt.
And I was well aware that instead of jabbing him she let him continue. He was the one to push her away.
I knew the kiss was coming but I couldn't seem to tear my eyes from her. I watched in torment as he leaned in. Waited in envy as their lips touched. And swore in anger as they stared into each other's eyes.
That should have been me.
All logic told me that their kiss was short, barely brushing lips.
But it felt like eternity.
Maybe it would have been easier had she been under more of a disguise, she'd gone wigless this time, SD-6 had seen it fit to throw a few blonde highlights in her hair and let her go as is. Maybe with more of a disguise I could dismiss her obvious attraction toward the man. True she'd always been a good liar but it was plain to see that she wasn't lying now.
She was kissing him again. A kiss that she initiated.
A kiss that was significantly less then reluctant. Significantly less then innocent or shy. I was waiting for her to just throw him down on the floor and have her way with him right there.
And I'd worried about her being victimized.
My fist clenched at my side. Part of me wanted to bash his brains in, not out of jealousy though, no for her own good. The other part of me wanted to rip her away from him and shake some sense into her.
But yet a third part of me wanted to continue with the shaking sense into her plan, only following it up with a little action of our own.
Yeah right now I wanted her more than anything else in the world. I was about ready to forget the reasons I didn't have her, forget the mission, go out there knock some sense into both of them, and then whisk her away to some place where we could be alone.
I wasn't jealous. I wasn't angry. I didn't feel betrayed or hurt.
Nope, we had a mission to fulfill and that was why I walked over to them and dumped the tray of champagne on her.
"Sorry." I muttered in Italian trying to hide the smile that crept to my lips and avoid the death glare she was sending me.
Grabbing a towel, I wiped at her dress carefully, restraining myself to an extent that even the Pope couldn't complain about.
"Sorry." I growled as our eyes met. I expected her to get angry and smack me or something. But her eyes were sad.
I couldn't continue to look at her so I bent over to clean up the mess.
"Marking your territory." She whispered as she leaned over to help me pick up some broken glass. I turned to her eyes wide as McKain helped her up and pulled her away. What was that supposed to mean?
"Idiot!" McKain thundered. "Are you ok?" he asked pulling Sydney to his chest. My fist involuntarily clenched around a piece of broken glass and Sydney flinched, looking away. Letting go of the glass I started to apologize profusely.
"Get out!" McKain ordered. Shit. I needed to be here for Sydney to make the switch.
I didn't however get the choice. Two fairly large security guards dragged me out before I could object, and I promptly found myself outside on my ass.
Ok so maybe I had been a little jealous. And maybe the champagne thing could have been avoided.
Time to improvise.