Mission Impossible

Chapter 7~ Round Three

CLARA'S POV

  Ten minutes later and Bryce was arguing with Harry over who could seduce a girl faster. It all started when Harry said Bryce wouldn't get very far if he tried to take a crack at me. I could be wrong, but Harry had been tense since Bryce said he wanted to try. He was obviously joking, right? And just like Harry said, we were just partners...

  "I have an idea," Bryce said just as I was tuning back into the conversation. "Let's play a game. Whichever one of us seduces your partner over here wins," Bryce suggested. Harry tensed up more then before.

  "I'm not involving her in this stupid argument," he refused.

  "Scared?" Bryce questioned.

  "Please. I would just prefer Clara to leave here with a somewhat decent impression of you guys," Harry said. Bryce chuckled, leaning forward.

  "Clara, huh?" he asked, finally learning my real name. I could see Harry mentally smack himself. "I promise you it will be more than decent." I tilted my head and observed the way Bryce was staring at me. He was hot, and a little pervy, but I liked him.

  "Okay, I'll play," I said, and Harry silently sighed next to me.

  "Perfect. I'll start," Bryce announced, standing up and I could now see how well built he was. He wasn't as tall as Harry, but still taller then me and he had muscles. I was instantly more attracted to him then I was before, and I knew he could tell by the way he was smirking down at me. "You seem like a girl who's a little dirty, so I won't be nice," Bryce warned.

  "I don't like nice," I told him, and remembered how I had told Harry that same thing. Bryce smiled. Harry frowned.

  "I like you Clara. You're witty, funny, hot as shit, and you know how to fill out a dress", he said, and I wasn't sure where this was heading but was flattered anyways. "I'd just like to know what's under it," he said, referring back to my dress. I almost cringed, because I remembered someone in my past saying something a lot like that before, bringing me back to days I don't want to remember. And, that line was impossibly cheesy. I concealed my true feelings though and smirked up at the boy who stood in front of me.

  I reached down to the bottom of my dress, slowly pulling the bottom up and I could see all the boys in the room watching me, Bryce biting his lip. I finally reached my intended destination, and pulled out one of the blades I keep attached onto my leg. Bryce let go of his lip and chuckled as I spun the blade around in my hand and stared at him.

  "Should have known you wouldn't have been that easy," he said, watching the knife in my hand.

  "Doubt she knows how to use it," Marcus snickered from his seat. Harry held up his hand, showing off a small scar.

  "Oh trust me, she does," he said and I smiled.

  "My kind of girl," Bryce said, impressed, and we just stared at each other smirking until Harry spoke up.

  "My turn," he said, and Bryce and I broke eye-contact. Bryce took his seat and I crossed my legs again. Harry leaned over to me and put his mouth near my ear, whispering into it. "I just got a text. You can go back home now," he whispered and I let out a loud hum, pretending Harry was whispering dirty things into my ear, and startling everyone in the room, even Harry who pulled away slightly but remained close to me.

  "We have a winner," I announced, popping up and lifting my dress slightly to place my knife back in its place. I placed my fingers into Harry's belt that was holding up his pants, though I doubt he needed one with how tight they were, and pulled him with me out the door. I could hear footsteps behind us, so when we reached the elevator, I pulled Harry in and wrapped my arms around his neck, leaving a little room for my lips to kiss along his neck. The elevator door closed, but for some reason I didn't stop kissing his neck.