Chapter 7
Quistis stood looking at the closed door, speechless for a moment. 'Out?' she thought as her mind began to process what Seifer had said before leaving.
"Of all the nerve," she huffed, "If he thinks that I'm going anywhere wi." Quistis stopped in mid rant 'Wait. What better opportunity to escape,' then she smiled to herself. "Something nice? I'll show him something nice."
Quistis looked across the room and noticed her bags, forgotten when Seifer had dropped his little bombshell about them going out. Shaking her head, Quistis moved over to the luggage and sat down on the floor.
Opening the first one she went to the secret compartment along the side. "Damn," she sighed. It had been searched. She pushed it aside and opened the other. "Hyne, their good," Quistis said aloud when she discovered the other hidden section had also been found.
Gone were a cell phone, tracking devices and small handgun. Along with her 'Save the Queen' he'd taken when she was captured, Seifer had managed to get all her weapons, and anything else that could have been useful.
'Well I'm not entirely helpless,' Quistis thought, as she started going through her clothes.
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Seifer watched Harris finish the call he was on before moving forward into the room. Harris turned to his boss, "Everything's ready."
"Good," Seifer replied moving over to the bar and pouring two drinks. Handing one to Harris, he slightly lifted his glass in a toast, "Here's to a very successful night."
"I'll drink to that," Harris responded lifting his own glass. After taking a drink he asked "So what are your plans for tonight?"
Seifer answered the other man, smiling, "Like I told the others, we're going out."
"But what about Ms. Trepe?" Harris asked.
"We're taking her with us," Seifer answered.
"What?" Harris exclaimed almost choking on his drink. Seifer thumped him on the back and laughed at the appalled look that crossed his face. "Taking her with us?" Harris asked once he got his voice back, "Do you think that's wise? She.she's a.a SeeD."
"Yes?" Seifer said enjoying the other mans discomfort for a moment before relenting enough to explain. "What better alibi? I was with an upstanding member of SeeD all night. I couldn't possibly know anything about what went down, now could I?"
"But what if she tries to escape?" Harris asked.
Seifer smirked, "I'd be disappointed if she didn't," he paused; thinking of the challenge Quistis might present him with.
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Quistis brushed her hair back away from her face, letting it cascade freely down her back and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. 'I'll show him' she thought spitefully. As she applied a layer of glossy lipstick she heard a knock at the door.
"Showtime," Quistis said to herself. Suddenly nervous she glanced in the mirror one last time before leaving the bathroom.
"Ms. Trepe?" she heard Harris call out from the other side as he knocked again, "are you ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Bentley. Come in," Quistis replied.
She heard the lock click and the door swing open letting the man on the other side enter. He spoke as he came into the room, "Please, you can." he looked up and caught sight of Quistis standing there "call.me.Har.ris." His voice faltered as he took in the beautiful woman in front of him.
His eyes widened as he looked at her. She was wearing a deep plum sleeveless silk top that left her stomach bare and revealed a slim silver chain. Next his eyes traveled down to a black lace miniskirt that clung to her curves and then, the finishing touch, a pair of thigh high black boots.
Harris's eyes traveled back up to Quistis's face. He noticed the color of her shirt made her eyes appear a deeper shade of blue and her hair framed her face like a golden halo. Harris then realized that he was staring and gave himself a mental shake. "You look really.nice," he said awkwardly.
"Thank you, Mr." he held up a hand ".Harris" Quistis amended, "And of course, you must call me Quistis," she added, walking toward him.
Harris turned to the door, "Well, we better be going. I'm sure Mr. Almasy's waiting for us."
"Yes, we can't keep the great Mr. Almasy waiting," she replied sarcastically as she followed him out of the room.
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Quistis looked around as she followed Harris, partly in curiosity about the way Seifer lived, partly as a means of possible escape if her plan for tonight didn't work out the way she wanted.
They walked along a hallway and then down a flight of stairs to the main floor. As they entered the living room, Quistis couldn't help but be impressed. The room looked like a spread in some magazine. Chinese rugs lay across highly polished hardwood floors. The furniture sat in small groupings around the large room allowing for intimate conversations, and everywhere the floor to ceiling windows let in a magnificent view of the city below them.
She saw Seifer standing with his back to her and Harris, looking out one of the windows while he waited. He must have heard them come into the room, she thought, because he turned as they entered.
Seifer's eyes locked with Quistis's, warring silently for a long minute before they slid lower, letting his eyes appraise the rest of her. When they came back up to meet hers, he could see the anger that met his gaze and raised an eyebrow, silently challenging her.
Quistis looked Seifer up and down, in a similar fashion. 'How can one man look so sexy?' her mind questioned, traitorously as she looked at him.
He was dressed in all black, or so she thought. The shirt he was wearing appeared black until he moved then she noticed it was shot through with a deep, dark, green. The black leather pants he wore hugged his body perfectly, making her blush as her eyes traveled over them. Quistis heard Seifer chuckle and her eyes snapped back up to his.
"If you're done." Seifer paused with a smug smile, "we can go any time."
Quistis whirled around and stomped out of the room, with Harris following behind her. Seifer grabbed his black leather trench coat and followed the others out to the elevator.
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Kimo stood waiting beside a long black sedan when they came out of the building. He opened the door as Seifer approached and nodded to the other man, "Good evening, Mr. Almasy."
"Kimo," Seifer greeted stopping beside him. Seifer turned to the others when they stepped up to the car, "Ladies first," he said meeting Quistis's eyes.
Quistis raised her chin a fraction of an inch and gave him a dirty look before ducking down and sliding onto the seat. She heard Seifer chuckle as he followed her. Harris got in and sitting opposite the other two gave Quistis a warm smile.
Quistis felt the car start to move off into the night. She busied herself by looking out the tinted window and purposely ignoring the man sitting beside her.
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When the car pulled up outside an exclusive club called Black and White, Quistis could see the line of people waiting to get in. She moved towards the car door anticipating getting as far away from Seifer as she could. She looked down when she felt a hand on her arm.
Seifer leaned over, his hand stopping her, "Wait. Let me go first. I wouldn't want you getting mauled by this crowd."
"What? Chivalry isn't dead?" Quistis asked mockingly, looking up at him.
Seifer's hand tightened slightly on her arm, then he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke, "Be a good girl, Quistis."
The next thing she knew Seifer was moving around her and exiting out the door that had been opened by their driver leaving her sitting there with her heart racing. She could hear the noise level go up as he got out. "Stupid people," she muttered to herself.
Seifer smirked at the crowd then bent down and offered Quistis a hand to help her out of the car. She saw his extended hand and reluctantly took it, following him outside.
Once she stood beside him, Quistis tried to take her hand back but Seifer's grip increased fractionally until she stopped struggling. Seifer smiled down at her when she gave up, then following Kimo led her through the crowd to the door. Harris trailed behind them watching for any danger to his boss.
A man stood back in the shadows, camouflaged among the crowd, watching until his quarry was out of sight, then he pulled a phone out of his pocket. "Almasy's here. And it looks like there just might be a way to get to him."
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A/N: For all you impatient people that want a Seiftis moment all I can say is : Good things come to those who wait. =0.0=
Quistis stood looking at the closed door, speechless for a moment. 'Out?' she thought as her mind began to process what Seifer had said before leaving.
"Of all the nerve," she huffed, "If he thinks that I'm going anywhere wi." Quistis stopped in mid rant 'Wait. What better opportunity to escape,' then she smiled to herself. "Something nice? I'll show him something nice."
Quistis looked across the room and noticed her bags, forgotten when Seifer had dropped his little bombshell about them going out. Shaking her head, Quistis moved over to the luggage and sat down on the floor.
Opening the first one she went to the secret compartment along the side. "Damn," she sighed. It had been searched. She pushed it aside and opened the other. "Hyne, their good," Quistis said aloud when she discovered the other hidden section had also been found.
Gone were a cell phone, tracking devices and small handgun. Along with her 'Save the Queen' he'd taken when she was captured, Seifer had managed to get all her weapons, and anything else that could have been useful.
'Well I'm not entirely helpless,' Quistis thought, as she started going through her clothes.
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Seifer watched Harris finish the call he was on before moving forward into the room. Harris turned to his boss, "Everything's ready."
"Good," Seifer replied moving over to the bar and pouring two drinks. Handing one to Harris, he slightly lifted his glass in a toast, "Here's to a very successful night."
"I'll drink to that," Harris responded lifting his own glass. After taking a drink he asked "So what are your plans for tonight?"
Seifer answered the other man, smiling, "Like I told the others, we're going out."
"But what about Ms. Trepe?" Harris asked.
"We're taking her with us," Seifer answered.
"What?" Harris exclaimed almost choking on his drink. Seifer thumped him on the back and laughed at the appalled look that crossed his face. "Taking her with us?" Harris asked once he got his voice back, "Do you think that's wise? She.she's a.a SeeD."
"Yes?" Seifer said enjoying the other mans discomfort for a moment before relenting enough to explain. "What better alibi? I was with an upstanding member of SeeD all night. I couldn't possibly know anything about what went down, now could I?"
"But what if she tries to escape?" Harris asked.
Seifer smirked, "I'd be disappointed if she didn't," he paused; thinking of the challenge Quistis might present him with.
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Quistis brushed her hair back away from her face, letting it cascade freely down her back and smiled at her reflection in the mirror. 'I'll show him' she thought spitefully. As she applied a layer of glossy lipstick she heard a knock at the door.
"Showtime," Quistis said to herself. Suddenly nervous she glanced in the mirror one last time before leaving the bathroom.
"Ms. Trepe?" she heard Harris call out from the other side as he knocked again, "are you ready?"
"Yes, Mr. Bentley. Come in," Quistis replied.
She heard the lock click and the door swing open letting the man on the other side enter. He spoke as he came into the room, "Please, you can." he looked up and caught sight of Quistis standing there "call.me.Har.ris." His voice faltered as he took in the beautiful woman in front of him.
His eyes widened as he looked at her. She was wearing a deep plum sleeveless silk top that left her stomach bare and revealed a slim silver chain. Next his eyes traveled down to a black lace miniskirt that clung to her curves and then, the finishing touch, a pair of thigh high black boots.
Harris's eyes traveled back up to Quistis's face. He noticed the color of her shirt made her eyes appear a deeper shade of blue and her hair framed her face like a golden halo. Harris then realized that he was staring and gave himself a mental shake. "You look really.nice," he said awkwardly.
"Thank you, Mr." he held up a hand ".Harris" Quistis amended, "And of course, you must call me Quistis," she added, walking toward him.
Harris turned to the door, "Well, we better be going. I'm sure Mr. Almasy's waiting for us."
"Yes, we can't keep the great Mr. Almasy waiting," she replied sarcastically as she followed him out of the room.
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Quistis looked around as she followed Harris, partly in curiosity about the way Seifer lived, partly as a means of possible escape if her plan for tonight didn't work out the way she wanted.
They walked along a hallway and then down a flight of stairs to the main floor. As they entered the living room, Quistis couldn't help but be impressed. The room looked like a spread in some magazine. Chinese rugs lay across highly polished hardwood floors. The furniture sat in small groupings around the large room allowing for intimate conversations, and everywhere the floor to ceiling windows let in a magnificent view of the city below them.
She saw Seifer standing with his back to her and Harris, looking out one of the windows while he waited. He must have heard them come into the room, she thought, because he turned as they entered.
Seifer's eyes locked with Quistis's, warring silently for a long minute before they slid lower, letting his eyes appraise the rest of her. When they came back up to meet hers, he could see the anger that met his gaze and raised an eyebrow, silently challenging her.
Quistis looked Seifer up and down, in a similar fashion. 'How can one man look so sexy?' her mind questioned, traitorously as she looked at him.
He was dressed in all black, or so she thought. The shirt he was wearing appeared black until he moved then she noticed it was shot through with a deep, dark, green. The black leather pants he wore hugged his body perfectly, making her blush as her eyes traveled over them. Quistis heard Seifer chuckle and her eyes snapped back up to his.
"If you're done." Seifer paused with a smug smile, "we can go any time."
Quistis whirled around and stomped out of the room, with Harris following behind her. Seifer grabbed his black leather trench coat and followed the others out to the elevator.
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Kimo stood waiting beside a long black sedan when they came out of the building. He opened the door as Seifer approached and nodded to the other man, "Good evening, Mr. Almasy."
"Kimo," Seifer greeted stopping beside him. Seifer turned to the others when they stepped up to the car, "Ladies first," he said meeting Quistis's eyes.
Quistis raised her chin a fraction of an inch and gave him a dirty look before ducking down and sliding onto the seat. She heard Seifer chuckle as he followed her. Harris got in and sitting opposite the other two gave Quistis a warm smile.
Quistis felt the car start to move off into the night. She busied herself by looking out the tinted window and purposely ignoring the man sitting beside her.
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When the car pulled up outside an exclusive club called Black and White, Quistis could see the line of people waiting to get in. She moved towards the car door anticipating getting as far away from Seifer as she could. She looked down when she felt a hand on her arm.
Seifer leaned over, his hand stopping her, "Wait. Let me go first. I wouldn't want you getting mauled by this crowd."
"What? Chivalry isn't dead?" Quistis asked mockingly, looking up at him.
Seifer's hand tightened slightly on her arm, then he leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke, "Be a good girl, Quistis."
The next thing she knew Seifer was moving around her and exiting out the door that had been opened by their driver leaving her sitting there with her heart racing. She could hear the noise level go up as he got out. "Stupid people," she muttered to herself.
Seifer smirked at the crowd then bent down and offered Quistis a hand to help her out of the car. She saw his extended hand and reluctantly took it, following him outside.
Once she stood beside him, Quistis tried to take her hand back but Seifer's grip increased fractionally until she stopped struggling. Seifer smiled down at her when she gave up, then following Kimo led her through the crowd to the door. Harris trailed behind them watching for any danger to his boss.
A man stood back in the shadows, camouflaged among the crowd, watching until his quarry was out of sight, then he pulled a phone out of his pocket. "Almasy's here. And it looks like there just might be a way to get to him."
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A/N: For all you impatient people that want a Seiftis moment all I can say is : Good things come to those who wait. =0.0=