Chapter 3: Complications

I drove behind Edward's crimson Lamborghini, it was a nice car and it was in great condition. I knew the way to the motel, but I followed like a good little innocent girl. Although, I'm not sure in this case even if I weren't going to kill him that I was being good in any sense. But then again killing was a sin…so I never really was good. Well, at least I didn't have the reputation of a whore. I hoped word didn't get around. Now that I think about it, I do pray and hope a lot…too bad I've never been to church. Well there was that one time, but I was kicked out. Maybe I should start going again, nah. They would frown upon my lifestyle. Not married, no kids, and no legal job. I was twenty-five already, kind of sad... but not sad enough to make me quit doing what I am doing.

By the time I stopped questioning my morals, we had arrived at the Hubbardston Motel. It was nice and well kept, but it wasn't a five star hotel…hell maybe not even a three star. I watched Edward exit his car, and I parked a few spaces away from him and turned off my engine. I took the ammo that I was going to need and by the time he reached my car door, I was already getting out. I smiled at him and he returned the smile. He offered me his arm like a gentleman, and I wanted to gag. I am very independent and can walk across the street or in this case the parking lot without being attached to some guy. However, I kept in character and locked my arm with his. I had to be careful and make sure that he didn't feel my knives. We didn't say a word to each other as we walked across the quiet parking lot. Before we reached the door to the room, he looked down and smiled at me with his dark cool eyes. I returned the smile and turned my head to look at the door he was opening.

The room was pitch black dark except for the stray glimmer of light from the outer walk way light bulb, which moths were fluttering about trying to become one with the artificial lighting. He released my arm and allowed me to enter the room first. I stepped into the darkness and had my right hand already removing the knife from its' wrist sheath. He flicked on the light switch and my night vision was obstructed by the sudden change. I whirled around and he smiled pleasantly.

"Sit down; make yourself comfortable" He motioned to a table with two chairs.

I walked over and sat in a corner chair so that I could see everything in the room. He stood by the door and removed his long black coat. Underneath he wore a black tee shirt that was tight across his chest. I blushed a little but forced the feeling away and looked up into his eyes. They were still captivating, which scarred me because I never fell for tricks like this. I has killed over fifty guys and even got up close to more that fifty percent of them, but never had I fallen for them.

"Would you like something to drink?"

"Water will be fine." I managed to say without stumbling over my words.

He walked over to the fridge; I hadn't noticed before, but he was wearing jeans and rather tight ones too, and he looked really good in them. Oh my god, what was I thinking? Focus, focus, focus. He bent over slowly as if knowing I would watch the show, damn he was cocky. Grabbing a coke for him and bottle water for me, he took his sweet time as if looking for something else. Maybe he was and I was being paranoid. At that point, I looked away from him and focused on the not so hideous décor of the room. It was a pale golden yellow all around. The only color came from the dark red couch in the corner adjacent from the fake pine table I sat at, and the bed in the center of the room. The bed was a king size and covered in rich dark red sheets and a dark red fluffy comforter that match the couch. By the time I looked back in front of me, he had placed the water in front of me and was sitting down in the chair across from me. I had no intention of drinking the water, so I left it there untouched. Never take food or drink from the enemy, for it could be poison.

He finally spoke, "You can take off your jacket you know."

"You said to make myself comfortable. I am comfortable in my jacket."

He smiled again and chuckled slightly.

I glared at him, "What's so funny?"

He looked up as he opened his coke. "You're not like most women I have met."

I smirked, "I'm not most women."

Again he smiled, "That you are not."

The way he said it seemed odd, "What do you mean by that?" I sat up and looked at him dead on.

He suddenly stood and I didn't even feel my hand got for the knife, but there it was in my right hand ready to attack. He stood over me and caressed my face with his right hand and let it trail down my left arm. He stopped right before he reached the blade hidden by the jacket and held in place by the wrist sheath. Suddenly, he was kissing me. Our lips met in a chased kiss, and I am not sure what happened next exactly, but I remember dropping the knife and then we were on the bed. He was hovering over me pinning my legs between me. I sat up and kissed him. What the hell was I doing? He removed my jacket and looked down at my weapons. He looked at me curiously.

"Isn't a girl allowed to protect herself?" I whispered.

He shook his head, "Not with this much ammo." He placed his hands on my back feeling for the gun but had easily seen my back blade. "Who are you?"

I smiled, "An Angel."

He swallowed hard, and I could feel his heart beat quicken under my hand that was resting on his chest. "You're an assassin."

I nodded and we just looked at each other. In his eyes I saw this strange fear, yet at the same he was excited. What the hell was I doing here, like this? I didn't have time to protect myself, for he pinned my arms and removed the weapons from my upper body and slide his hands over the rest of my body finding every weapon I had brought along.

"Damn." He said looking at the pile of weapons on the floor.

I just shrugged and kissed him. My mind was screaming what are you doing? Kill him; kill him now! But my body was moving all by itself and ignoring my mind. His hands slide down to my waist and back up under my shirt. He was looking to remove my bra, but I just couldn't wear one with a halter-top. It was plain uncomfortable. He slid his hands out and undid the knot at my neck, which held the whole shirt up. The silk halter slid off my body with ease. He removed his own shirt and laid me back down so that he was pressed on top of me. I kissed at neck slowly and moved my way up inch by inch to his mouth. His hands worked over my body gently as I kissed him. When I reached his mouth, I forced it open using my own mouth but he had let me. My tongue moved around exploring his mouth and then he took his turn exploring mine. Meanwhile, Edward undid my skirt. Then he sat up and removed my boots and stockings slowly. He lay back on top of me, and I realized that only the cloth of my underwear kept him from entering me. When did he undress? It was all a blur to me. He kissed my neck and moved down slowly kissing every inch of my body. He was pressed hard against me. He slid off my panties, and I was about to protest but did not.

That's when he stopped and looked down at me. I looked down the length of my body. He was ready, what was wrong? He leaned forward and kissed my forehead, "I don't have any protection." He whispered.

I smiled, "I'm on birth control." I said only thinking about getting pregnant and not any of the other things. God, where was my head today?

He smiled as if okay with the answer then moved back. The next thing I knew he had he thrust himself into me and was moving back in forth in his own rhythm. My back arched and my hands convulsed against the sheets looking for something to grip. My body soon picked up his rhythm and moved with him. After a while, he collapsed on top of me but caught himself and leaned to the side and looked down at me. My hand touched the side of his face and I blacked out.

I was in a warm comfortable bed. My body was curled up into a ball as I slept. I was not fully awake, but I was becoming aware of my surroundings. A warm presence pressed against my back. I opened my eyes and turned my head. Edward was snug against the curve of my body, his hand held me tight against him. He was very happy to be where he was. I leaned into him and closed my eyes. We were tangled in the red sheets. I could feel the warm sun peeking around the closed curtains. I was a few inches shorter than him so his head was resting on mine, but his body was perfectly matched otherwise. He rubbed his chin against the top of my head and I sighed. That was when it all came back to me. I was supposed to kill him; I was a hired hit woman. Damn, I was screwed. No pun intended.

I forced myself out of his grip. Even in his sleep he tried to hold onto me tight. I managed to escape and grabbed my gun off the floor. I pointed the gun at his head and gathered the sheets around my body to cover myself. He lazily looked up at me with a sleepy smile that faded when he saw the gun. His pleasant cool eyes were filled with an edge of anger, but also the reminiscence of a need that had been fed. He sat up, the sheets spilling forward not exactly covering him completely. Apparently, he was very comfortable naked. I was not, but I was in that special dark place of mine. This was the place where I killed with no remorse. I knew it showed in my pale blue eyes. Yet, his eyes held no fear, no fear at all. I could kill him; I knew I could… but did I want to?