Mission Impossible

Chapter 9~ New Information

CLARA'S POV

  When I woke up the next time, it was because I felt something shift next to me. Once I realized it was Harry waking, and he still didn't move or let me go, I pretended to be asleep still. He still hadn't moved, or let go of me, so I stayed there for awhile until the silence got unbearable.

  "I know you're awake," I told Harry, cutting through the silence.

  "You were pretty obvious yourself," Harry said, still not letting go of me.

  "I thought I said you could stay to watch TV and then leave," I tried to remember even though for some reason I didn't mind Harry holding me.

  "You never said when I should leave. I choose later," he said, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. I giggled.

  "Unprofessional, don't you think?" I couldn't help but say, again. Harry looked up at me, his cute attitude gone, replaced by a smirk.

  "Never stopped me before".

  "And do you usually sleep with co-workers?" I joked, but slightly curious.

  "Always. And sometimes I fall asleep in the same bed as them," he said with a wink causing me to roll my eyes and break free of his tight grip. As soon as I had thrown the covers off of me and stood up, I remembered I had gone to bed in a loose T-shirt and booty pajama shorts.

  "Hmm, Charles is a lucky man," Harry teased, propping his head up on his hand to get a better look at me, bitting his lip as he looked me over.

  "Yes, he is. Too bad he cheats on her with Jane," I said, going to the dresser to pick out something for the new day.

  "What?" Harry asked me, and I could tell by the soft patters that he had gotten up and was making his way towards me.

  "You're going to go over to her house and flirt with her to learn more about her. She's a possible subject," I said turning to face Harry, who was much closer than I had expected.

  "I'm not sure how I feel about that," Harry confessed.

  "Relax. I'm doing it with Enrique," I told him, attempting to walk past him to the bathroom when Harry's arm reached out and grabbed me.

  "I'm not sure how I feel about that, either," he spoke, his voice low. I couldn't help but ask why.

  "Why? It's no big deal," I assured him although I made no move to keep moving forwards.

  "Because...he could be dangerous," Harry finally said, letting go of my arm.

  "Let's hope so," I grinned at him, walking past him and into the bathroom, locking the door behind me and changing into the outfit I had picked out. I was trying to seduce him, but I was still a upper-middle class wife living in a coldasack, so I couldn't go crazy. 

  I had choosen a tight, long sleeved black skirt with a light pink skirt that was short but still left things to the imagination. I brushed my hair out and left it in it's natural waves, deciding I looked older when I did that. I brushed my teeth and left the room, hoping Harry wasn't naked.

  I heard Harry's voice before I saw him, which would make sense considering he wasn't in the room. I quickly put on the same nude heels from last night, hurrying to the stairs where I slowly walked down, trying not to look like a paranoid spy.

  "We'll be there," I heard Harry saying, then the door closing. Harry appeared, coming back up the stairs.

  "Forget the seduction plan. You're going to a wine tasting thing at Jane's house and I'm going to talk about golf with some of the guys a few rooms down from you. Casually say something about a bug and see who reacts, I'll do the same," he ordered and I nodded. He started to walk up the stairs before stopping and looking me up and down. "You look nice," he smirked before continuing up the stairs to change, which I decided I should probably do too.