Cleo Horan
"Oh, shit-"
Harry scared the hell out of me and I could see him in the reflection of the mirror right in front of me as he tripped on the desk and let his phone fall on the floor, quickly making me turn around so I could see what the fuck had happened.
But his eyes were focused on me as he gripped the edge of the desk so hard that I honestly heard the wood crack, which was what made him pull away and straighten his back, not even looking at his phone on the floor... no, his eyes were basically eating me alive.
He was getting dressed in the bathroom after his shower while I was getting ready for tonight, we were supposed to leave in about ten minutes for the club and the car was already packed with the things we would probably need... just the basic rope, weapons, and ammunition.
I could see Harry had a gun tucked in the waistline of his black slacks, and I cleared my throat when I looked up to meet his eyes, realizing we had just been staring at each other for the last minutes.
He was wearing a simple black shirt, folded up to his elbows and a little more unbuttoned on the top than usual, his butterfly tattoo was peeking through the fabric and making me stare even more, and I could see the scar on his chest.
His hair was loose and a beautiful mess as he twisted the many rings on his fingers, and seeing him like this again was making my stomach clench in a weird way.
Yes, he looked really fucking good... he always did. But tonight there was something different... and I was actually feeling naked given the way he was still gawking at me.
But you can say my choice of outfit was quite... bold.
I didn't own many dresses back home, and I quickly went shopping this afternoon at a mall nearby so I could buy some makeup to hide my bruises and also an outfit so I could look presentable for tonight. After all, I had to seduce a disgusting man... and I was definitely going to succeed.
The white silk was thin and it hugged my curves perfectly. The dress reached my mid-thigh and there was a slit on the side, enough to show just a bit of my snake tattoo in the process. It was a very small piece of fabric, backless and showing a whole lot of cleavage, and I just knew I made the right choice because Harry couldn't look away from me.
His green eyes moved from my face to my boobs, then lower on my legs before he repeated the drill. I could tell his pupils were already more dilated and I couldn't deny how much I secretly loved his reaction.
I knew I looked very good, that was my goal. For our job tonight, that's all.
"Are you doing this on purpose, baby?" His voice was deeper than usual, making his accent seem thicker as a chill went down my spine.
Harry slowly walked closer to me, raking his eyes down my body once again... and I didn't move, watching as he stopped when he was right in front of me, and I didn't have to tilt my head back as much because I was wearing heels tonight.
"What?" I asked, biting my lower lip to hide a smile and his gaze instantly dropped.
We'd been acting less hostile around each other ever since last night... when he nearly gave me a heart attack with the whole being in the dark thing. I'd never have imagined that Harry was afraid of the dark, it seemed like something so weird to me.
Not even when I was a kid I had problems with sleeping alone in the dark, I actually felt more comfortable in it. But now I knew that I'd have to learn how to sleep with the lamp on as long as I was staying with Harry.
I was honestly concerned about him, I could hear his soft sobs before I turned on the lights and I was shocked, seeing him cry made me feel frustrated in a different way. I hadn't cried since my father died six years ago, so you can say I didn't know how to handle other people's emotions very well.
