The Agency

CHAPTER 17

I had gone nearly fourth months on assignment with only a week break. When I arrived back at my apartment, I was drained. My goal over the next week was to rest as much as possible.

With the exception of getting food, I didn't leave my apartment. The Agency had given me three weeks off to recuperate, and I was planning on relaxing my way through the entire thing. My DVR was full of shows that I had missed over the last few months and it was time to binge to catch up.

Surprisingly, being lazy actually makes you more tired. I felt like an old man going to bed at 9:00, but it felt like what my body needed.

One night, about a week into my break, I awoke at 2:30 AM to a violent pounding at my front door. My drowsiness immediately wore off as I busted out of my bed and ran across the apartment to my front door. Was the building on fire? Did something terrible happen? I was struggling to process why there was a loud pounding on my door so late at night.

I unlatched the front door and swung it open. Standing in the hallway was not a fireman or a panicked neighbor, it was Eliza.

"What the hell?!? Why are you pounding on my door at two in the morning?" I snapped, rubbing my eyes trying to adjust to the bright light in the hallway.

"Can I come in?" Eliza asked.

I was frustrated at being woken up in the middle of the night, but I extended my arm gesturing her to come inside. I flipped on a light and Eliza walked inside perusing the living room of my apartment.

"Care to explain why you are here?" I grumbled.

Eliza was walking around the living room, looking at some pictures that hung on the wall. She was wearing a pretty green dress and appeared as if she had been out for the night.

"Sex," she responded.

"Excuse me?" I snapped back.

"I'm horny and I need to fuck!" Eliza replied, raising her volume, "I just spent the entire night at a bar and chatted with a hot guy all night, only to find out he was gay."

In my slumbered state, I had no interest in being someone's sex toy. I was still a little frustrated at how she had handled the Taylor Swift ordeal and I had no interest in helping her out.

"Please leave," I cracked open the door and gestured for her to make use of the opening.

"You can't be serious!"

"Listen, it is almost three in the morning and I was getting some great sleep. Why on earth should I have sex with you? Because you got yourself all worked up over some other guy who didn't want you? I think I'll pass on that. "

"Oh, how quickly we seem to forget. Who was the one that called me a few months ago pleading for me to go on a trip with him so he wouldn't be alone? Oh, yeah, that was you! I'm not asking for you to do anything. Just go back and lie down and let me ride you till the sun comes up."

As mad as I was that I had been awoken, Eliza did bring up a good point. When I had needed Eliza, she dropped everything to spend a week with me. Now, she was asking me for one simple favor and I was refusing because I was tired? I couldn't do that to her, even though I wanted to just go back to sleep.

"Fine," I conceded, shutting the door and locking it back.

I headed back to the bedroom and Eliza followed behind. In my frantic sprint to the door, I realized that I only was in my underwear, my usual sleep attire. I slipped my boxer briefs off as I entered the bedroom and tossed them into a laundry basket. I jumped back onto the bed and lie down, waiting for Eliza to join me.