"Then he wiped all the prints clean, kissed me and left," I said. There it was all out. I sighed and looked at Chrissie. I could see that she was thinking. She was my best friend.
"Wow," she said. She paused, obviously trying to find the right words, "Well, he sounds hot."
He sounds hot? This is what I get? I shook my head in disgust. Leave it to Chrissie. I was devoid of all emotion at this time. For three days now, I had been crashing in Chrissie's apartment. I wasn't afraid of Kirill. Ok, maybe I was a little afraid. I feared what would happen when I saw him again. I had finally realized that I had very little self control around him. Any sense of morality, reason and sanity went out the window when those hazel eyes met mine.
"You recall how I told you that Kirill is a rogue Russian agent turned assassin, right?" I asked.
Chrissie scowled, "So?"
"He killed a man in my kitchen, and I'm pretty sure he enjoyed it," I spat out.
"You are always so literal, Jack!" I just blinked at her. A shocked chuckle escaped from my mouth. Too literal? Call me crazy but having a dead man in your kitchen is a literally traumatic and experience. "Besides, that ape-man was going to kill you!"
Ugh! Ok, she had a point there. I suppose it was either Drake or me, one of us was going to be shot. I, it seemed, draw the lucky lot. I was still alive, "I know. I know."
Chrissie rolled her eyes at me, "You're just mad at yourself because you like him when you probably shouldn't."
I really really wasn't in the mood to debate my feelings, or lack thereof, for Kirill. I was far to tired. I hadn't slept in almost two hours, which was rare for me these past few days. "I'm going to go to sleep. I'm tired," I said standing up.
"Ok, feel better, Jack. I'm worried about you. But, hey, Ben is coming up tomorrow, we'll hang and have some fun, ok?" Chrissie said with a small smile.
This did make me smile. Ben was Chrissie's fiancé. He worked in New York City. He was a district attorney. He was incredible and treated Chrissie like a princess. Ben was ok in my book. "Yeah, that sounds good. It will be good to see Ben again," I nodded.
"Good night!" Chrissie yelled out as I trudged into the guest room. I muttered something intelligible and headed to bed.