My eyes couldn't settle, and sleep was far out of my reach. As guilty as I felt, I knew I wouldn't go to the police, not just because I had grown a rather strong fondness for Elias, but also because Id watched too many films with this shit in to know it would put me in danger and possibly ellie as well, and I had my other reasons...
So I was stuck between returning home- in which I would have to come up with a response to tell my mum why my trip was cut short. Food poisoning? Homesickness?
Or I could find Elias and demand he tell me everything about this work he does. As bad as it is and I hate to admit, but the whole situation is rather exciting, or many my adrenaline from earlier hasn't worn off yet.
***
Elias was about to leave the house, before I stopped him.
"Hey wait" I leaned against the front door, blocking his exit.
"If you're coming to argue again, then don't bother I'm not in the mood"
"Excuse me? You're not in the mood?" I blinked back at him.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, which then starting buzzing irritatingly. He proceeded to hold his finger up at me- signalling to wait. I huffed and crossed my arms across my chest. Fighting every urge to snatch that phone away just for his little finger act.
"What is it" Elias answered.
"What do you mean she's gone?"
The anger he was projecting at me, was now directed at the person on the end of the line.
"We can't get to him without a baiter Remy"
"No I don't have anyone else!" Elias said this whilst his eyes roamed my face.
Whats a baiter? I thought. Maybe I could do it. My life has been so utterly boring and depressing, I need a bit of change. Adrenaline has said to be addictive, and I'm hooked.
"I'll do it" locking my eyes with his. His brow immediately creased.
"No Calista, you don't even know what this is" he began to turn his back to me.
Once I have my heart and curiosity set on something, it's hard to give it up.
"Explain it to me then"
"It's not safe"
I turned him to face me.
"I want to do it"
***
"I can't wear this, I'm practically naked"
A gold piece clung to my body, with a rather plunging neckline. The high heels I was instructed to wear, made my ankles ache in anticipation.
"Then don't. You wanted to do this"
Elias said standing behind me as we stared into the mirror.
"So all I need to do, is flirt with this guy, then get him to follow me outside- somewhere private, so you can... deal with him?"
I watched his eyes travel down my body. "Correct"
"And what if you don't get there in time, and he... what if he-"
"I will be there. He won't touch you" the back of his fingers trailed along my bare arm, climbing towards my neck.
They trailed along my collar bone, until his hand cupped my neck in a firm grip. Blue eyes locked on mine as we stared at each-other through the reflection of the mirror. He kissed my jaw agonisingly slowly and my eyes fluttered close, at my reaction, he pulled me back to him, my back tight against his chest.
"I don't like that you're doing this" he whispered. His breath was warm against my neck, each word, each syllable, sent waves of temptation down my body.
"It's my decision, I know the risks" I turned placing my hands against his chest, his T-shirt, the barrier to skin on skin. That was intense. I slowed my breaths, my heart beat increasing was no doubt because of his touch.
Then I walked out the door, Into the corridor of Elias's 'work' house. Remy- the man who was on the phone earlier, stood hands gripped together against the wall like a body guard.
"Ready?" He said, his voice was deep and rough. Surprisingly he had a British accent, which gave me a wave of homesickness.
He had brown hair, and light stubble, moderately attractive if it wasn't for his black haired boss making the competition rather unfair.
I nodded. Following him out and into the car, with Elias tailing me from a distance.
***
We pulled up at a hidden looking restaurant, cars similar to ours leaving and coming obliviously.
"We have cameras inside, and can watch you from here. Listen through your earpiece and we will tell you the guy we need" Remy said.
I nodded again. Speaking would only give away my hesitation and anxiety, so instead I got out the car, briefly glancing at Elias who's pained face avoided my eyes.
The interior of the restaurant was posh to say the least, gold lights littered the ceiling and women of all ages swayed in expensive attire.
"Walk to the left. Sit at the bar, it's the guy on your right. Be subtle, but be effective" Remy said through my earpiece.
I might be really fucking nervous right now, but damn I looked good.
***
It took me a few seductive glances and dress manoeuvres to get his attention. Upon closer look, he was older than expected, mid 50s perhaps, black suit, and drinking a rather pale gold drink which could be whiskey.
"un verre pour la belle dame s'il vous plait"
*a drink for the beautiful lady please*
Remy translated what he said and I smiled sweetly, batting my eyelashes for further effect.
The bartender held up a spirit and I nodded, eager to drink something to soothe my nerves.
"Thank you" I said, keeping eye contact with him. Which proved to be rather hard considering his eyes were on my chest.
"English? Ah I love British women" he placed his hand on my lower back, and I bit my lip to keep from swatting away his hand.
I sipped my drink which was placed in front of me, the bitter taste burned my throat but I ignored it and turned into the mans touch, egging him on.
But doing so, I failed to notice the small dissolvable tablet he popped in my drink.
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