Game of Assassins |On Hold|

-+- Chapter Five -+-

Even though Allistair lent me the room to sleep in, I can't seem to shut my eyes for even a second. Sleep isn't being nice as I keep tossing and turning like a lunatic. Right now I'd be searching for another mission on the side if I was back home, but I can only do so much on a damn plane.

I should be passed out by now considering the amount of liquor I consumed with Allistair who is apparently my drinking buddy now. But I'm wide awake like a fucking bat. Removing the white covers off my body, I dangle my naked legs off the side, debating whether to go out and join him on the sofa. He's definitely not sleeping with the faint voices from the television penetrating into the room. I had more plans to get him hammered so I could snoop through his phone, but this man's alcohol tolerance is incredible which even beats mine. 

Hopping off the bed, I slip my feet into my flip flops, fixing my shorts and tank top. I throw on a sweatshirt and saunter out the room to find him laying on the sofa, his green eyes glued to the screen.

"Back for more booze already?" He chuckles without looking at me. 

Groaning, I lean against the door frame of the room and gaze at him. "I'm really bored and I can't sleep."

His eyes finally fall on me as he sighs and sits straight. "You're more than welcome to join me," he offers, patting the seat next to him.

Smiling meekly, I walk over in slow steps and plop down next to him. "What are we watching?"

"Whatever you want," he turns to me, but my hungry eyes can't help notice his beautiful defined abs that are literally screaming to rip through his white t-shirt. The drunk me definitely wants to pounce on him immediately, but the sane part is holding back. I can have a little fun on the mission, but I have to maintain my act. 

"Your pick," I clear my throat and look away from his heated gaze. "We can continue watching whatever you're watching."

"The notebook?"

"You're watching the notebook?" I laugh, finally looking at the screen. It's to the part where Ryan Gosling is hanging off the Ferris Wheel for the girl. Talk about hormonal desperation. "Well, aren't you a girl," I comment, but immediately look at him to silently apologize. Before I can do so, we both burst out laughing.

"This is my first time watching it," he explains himself while I stifle my laughter.

"Whatever you say," I snicker, waving him off and sliding closer to him. Alcohol is what he reeks off, and keeping in mind that I probably have the same stench stuck to me, there's no problem right now other than the cool chill dancing on my naked legs. "I'm cold. There's a T.V. in the room. Maybe we should go in there and watch." Hesitation and reluctance glimmer in his eyes, but I'm not giving up so soon. "Or maybe we both can freeze out here."

He chuckles, stretching. "Fine. Have it your way, Gen. Room it is," he declares. Gen is what he decided to call me as during one of our silly, drunk conversation, and I don't mind. 

Jumping off the sofa, I lead the way with a malicious smirk on my face. Alcohol can definitely be an excuse if something happens tonight. The man looks delicious and my hormones are all over the place. He can perhaps help me out, but I might screw up the good girl act in the process. The dilemma...

I remove my sweatshirt and discard it to the floor before slipping under the comfy, warm covers. "Something wrong?" I ask softly when I see him standing at the edge of the bed. Hesitation flashes in his eyes again before he sighs and climbs in next to me. 

"Are you going to put on the movie?"

"Calm those tits and I will," I laugh, searching through the collection of movies on the screen. "Forgive me for my language or rudeness, but I'm a bad drunk."

"We're both drunk. Anything said after that first glass hasn't been taken personally," he bumps his shoulder into mine with a cheeky smile. "By the way, you just scrolled past the movie."

"Glad one of us is sober enough to pay attention," I laugh, selecting the movie and forwarding it to the part he was on.

A couple boring and drawn out minutes later, I glance up to see his eyes firmly fixed on the screen. His lids are a bit drowsy, but definitely determined to watch the damn movie all the way through. His hair are tousled from the constant brush of his fingers through what seem to me as silky strands under the faint light casting from the screen. I chuckle at the determination in his orbs and gain his attention.

"What's so funny?" He looks at me, the side of his mouth tugging up a bit.

"You're just so invested in the movie, it's hilarious," I giggle.

"When you run a multi-million dollar company, you don't have time to watch chicklits, or anything for that matter." His unique green marbles stare into my blue pools for a ridiculously stretched out second. "So, don't mind me when I invest some of my precious time into something as menial as this."

I snort and turn from his intense gaze. Absentmindedly, I lay my head on his shoulder and feel him tense beneath me. His body slowly eases into my warmth as he wraps his arm around my shoulder, allowing me to nuzzle into his chest. My frenzy fingers lay on his taut abdominal area and I softly chuckle when I sense him shift ever so slightly at my mere touch. Time flies by like nothing. On the screen, Noah and Allie begin their love-making session after they return wet from the rain and can't seem to keep their hands off one another. Allistair clears his throat, shifting in his pants once again like he did every time they kissed which makes me snicker.

Gazing up through my lashes, I catch him looking down at me. He gulps, his eyes glancing from my lips to my eyes, contemplating his next move carefully. I can decipher pretty much everything he's thinking in this very moment; like if he leans in and kisses me, it could most definitely complicate our workplace relationship, or perhaps could insinuate the wrong message, but that's exactly what I need; for him to be vulnerable enough to allow me in so I can manipulate the man and extract the information I need to determine whether he's worth killing or not. Even if he isn't, I still have to make the kill eventually. If he's bad, I won't have a guilty conscience to deal with.

After minutes of us just gazing at one another, I unconsciously bite my lower lip and watch his lids get a bit more drowsier and turn a shade darker. Slowly, he leans down and brushes his soft lips against mine and I willingly let him. Seeing that I actually gave into his intimate touch, he gains confidence and presses his lips against mine. Sighing in pleasure, I deepen the kiss and taste bitter alcohol that I can care less about. His hand abandons my shoulder and crawls down to my waist to pull me into him while mine travels up his broad chest to his jaw that's peppered with tiny facial hair.

Moaning, I grant his tongue passage into my mouth as I sink lower down into the mattress with him on top of me. His warm hand creeps up my naked thigh, reaching my shorts and cupping my ass to give it a tight squeeze. My nails dig into the back of his neck, pulling him down onto me. We kiss and kiss, our hearts definitely racing, our minds hazy, and our breaths shallow.

He pulls away from my hungry lips and looks down at me as my thumbs feather over his swollen flesh that I kissed savagely. I really am horny. Regret flashes before his eyes, urging him to pull away completely. Sitting on the edge of the bed with his back to me, he clears his throat trying to calm his breathing while I pacify my ragged one. He literally took my breath away.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." With that, he leaves and closes the bedroom door without sparing me a glance and I can care less because I got what I need; his phone that he doesn't distance himself from. Smirking to myself, I sit up straight and press on the home button of the device. To break past the password, I have to hack into it through my laptop that's tucked in my carry-on suitcase. Before I could do so, he knocks and hesitantly walks into the room. "I don't mean to intrude, but I think I left my phone in here."

Shit! I pretend to look on the bed beside me and pull it out, handing it to him. "Found it."

"Thank you," he smiles meekly, his eyes raking over me like they did earlier. Clearing his throat, he jerks himself out of the daze and turns around. "Goodnight, Ms. Queen."

"Goodnight, Mr. Vanfossen."