Undercover

Chapter 9

Gabriel

8.05 and she was still not here. I told her I hate people being late. I looked at the phone again. 8.06. This girl was unbelievable. I might be overreacting, but I had a very strict schedule these days. 10 minutes could make a lot of difference. And I didn't really intend to spend more than 20-30 minutes with her, so she was already screwing up my time schedule. I had to be at the warehouse at 9.

8.07, she knocked the door. I was ready to scold her, but when I opened the door and saw her face I hesitated a little. She had her hair up in a ponytail and she looked a little tired or upset, I couldn't really tell.

"You're late." I said and opened the door completely so she could walk in.

"Sorry." She simply said and walked in. Usually, she would come with a smart remark or show some kind of annoyance, but just a flat 'sorry' was all she said. I closed the door and walked behind her as she took off her shoes. She walked to the sofa and sat down, and I followed her. I could feel she was not in her usual mood. I sat down on the chair across her with a table in between us. This was a little awkward, I always knew what to say, but her silence and this vibe made it tense. She was definitely upset about something.

"What's wrong?" I then finally asked her. I didn't have time for her moodiness, nor did I want to deal with it, but I thought this was a good way to start the conversation.

"Nothing's wrong, I'm just a little tired. It has been a long day." She said and leaned back on the couch resting her head.

"Okay." I said and leaned forward while my elbows were resting on top of me knees. "Want to add anything to the deal or have any questions?" I asked her. She looked at me for a while and I couldn't really figure out what she was thinking, she had this blank expression on her face.

"No." She simply answered and just looked at me. I nodded my head slightly.

"Okay. We agreed on three times a week. Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. 8'oclock in this room. Sharp. I have stuff to take care of after, so please be here on time." I said and waited for her response.

"Isn't three times a little too much?" She asked.

"No, after I am done with you today you will beg to see me every day," I said a little cockily, but from experience, this was the truth. She raised her eyebrows skeptically and gave me a bored look, but I knew soon enough that was going to change.

"You surely do not have a problem with your confidence."

"Some of us are just blessed like that. But back to the rules. We have 20-30 minutes in total, so if you are hungry and want to eat, write to me before." I said and now she gave me a little 'are you serious' look.

"Will you put a timer on?" She asked clearly sarcastically. "And kick me out after? Like a prostitute."
I pouted my lips and didn't know if I should be insulted or laugh. I knew I probably sounded crazy for making this so uptight, but if I didn't set boundaries from the beginning, then this would be messy really quick.

"I know I can be rude sometimes, but I am not a respectless asshole sending a girl home like that. You can stay, I will go after. I have work I need to deal with." I said and stood up from the chair.

"Such a gentleman." She continued in her sarcastic tone. I just looked at her, not having the patience to deal with her moodiness.

"And since we have already wasted 13 minutes already, I think we should get started." I said and started to unbutton my shirt. Her eyes started to become big, and her blank expression slowly disappeared, and I could not really tell if it was because of shyness or whether she was scared. She must be shy. I mean why else would she be here? She practically attacked me in the club a few weeks ago grabbing my crotch.