cipher; unprofesional

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"You're all useless!" Cipher shouts, blonde hair becoming more unruly as time passes and she grows in anger. As her bodyguard I'm used to her unsystematic fits of rage and frustration - finding it best to remain quiet and unseen to avoid injury or death. The new recruits have not yet learnt that. "I'm going on a drive." She growls.

One of the men sputters something under his breath. I raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to gain the courage to speak up. His eyes meet mine as he clears his throat, "You crashed the last car we had yesterday, it's being repaired." He manages. I see the triumphant look in his eye. He believes he accomplished something.

The light, trophy winning look fades from his eyes as his life is taken. Cipher's guns barrel lets out a little smoke as the tanned body of a man whose name I'm struggling to remember drops to the floor. She really is ruthless.

"I'll drive you, let's go." I say, recovering from the temporary shock. The gun is removed gently from her hand as I guide her to the elevator, sometimes I feel I'm more of a therapist, or I'm not protecting Cipher, but the people she works with from her. "If you haven't found Dominic Toretto by the time we're back, Jackson won't be the only dead man." I spit, pointing to the body on the floor. People tremor in their seats and the furious clacking of keys begins. At least I remembered his name.

I'm relieved when the door slides shut, my composure almost slipping from me. But, I'm aware of Ciphers curious gaze through her pretty blonde hair. I smile kindly at her, hoping to make her see I'm on her side. It seems to work as she leans further into my arm: it wrapped around her waist with a strange familiarity. I cough and remove my arm hoping to regain some of my required professionalism.

We stop in the garage of her obsessively large property, rows of shiny but unusable cars lit up by her industrial lighting. We pass her kaleidoscope of metal and enter the staff section of the car park. Rows of less impressive, minis and fiats stand in our wake. Cipher grimaces at the poorness of the people she employs.

I move her to the dimly lit part - far from the others. Her face lights up when she sees the white Shelby Mustang 1967, blue stripes adorning it's hood. I smile and unlock the car, holding the door open for her as she slides gracefully into the passenger seat.

Cold air blows her hair from her face as we cruise through the city. I take in the joy she expresses with a wide smile, taking a photo of the rare moment. I'm loosing professionalism again but cannot bring myself to delete the photo. I turn on my music, Coolio starts and I'm surprised when Cipher joins in, lyrics tumbling from her mouth. She can't sing - is terrible at it actually, but I don't mind. Expect the unexpected should be my new motto.

She cools down from her fit quicker than expected and so I start to detour to the abandoned parking lot my dad used to teach me to drive on. This might be testing our relationship and maybe pushing boundaries I shouldn't be but who cares?

We pull in to the dimly lit spaces and I look over at her. She's already staring at me with her sapphire eyes.

"What?"

"Nothing." She replies quickly, eyes still gazing into mine. She examines me like a piece of new technology - her eyes shining with entrancing excitement. It's intimate. Too intimate. But it also makes me desperate to elicit a reaction from her.

She starts to lean forward, eyes darting like small animals from my eyes to my mouth. I remind myself of our situation: employer and employee. The whole hierarchical system seems far away as my lips meet hers.

I glide my hands down to her waist and pull her onto my lap. Her ringed hands slide around my neck and I smile against her lips. There's no battle for dominance, no lustful movements; just pure, sweet passion. Only soft movements of an unexpected, returned fondness. I pull away breathless.

"Lets get you home." I still have a job to attend to.

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A/N : lmk if you want pt.2. I'm still on holiday so I hope this is good enough for now lmao.

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