Mrs Rogers

✨⭐️Twenty⭐️✨

I had become one of those people that I genuinely didn't like, the ones who constantly had to touch their boyfriends, even though Steve wasn't my boyfriend. We had decided to road trip up to HQ, deciding that the eighteen and a bit hour drive would be fun and in all fairness it wasn't too bad. We chatted, sang along to songs and played stupid road games. Every time we saw a Tesla we had to shout out 'Tesla' before the other person, if we mistook a car for one, we lost a point and it was such a childish thing to play but it was fun. We also held hands for most of the journey, it was disgustingly cute and I had no idea why neither of us had broke that shit up. Every so often he would lift my hand to his mouth and kiss it and it started giving me butterflies, why was he so adorable?

Half way through the road trip I had thought about offering to give him road head as a joke but decided against it, especially because if we were caught and arrested or fined, HQ would get an alert about it because they knew everything about us and if we were caught up in the law, they'd usually spring us. I don't even think I'd want to deal with Nick calling me and asking why I had been arrested for sucking off a colleague, especially a one I'm undercover with and who the entire office thinks I have beef with. That just wouldn't be cool, I didn't even know how Nick would react when he saw me and Steve actually getting along and potentially holding hands? Who fucking knows! I was still in shock Steve was amazing in bed because he seemed super vanilla at first glance, boy was I learning fast that my opinions were incredibly incorrect.

We checked into our suite and managed to grab a few hours sleep before we got ready and headed down to the office, I wanted to stop off for a caramel latte and cinnamon swirl but we were running a little late which meant I didn't get one. It was raining and cold, a lot colder than we had been used to for a while and I was actually looking forward to getting back to our little house in sunny Florida.

We didn't have ID badges to get into the building so we needed to got through security and wait for someone to come down to vouch for us before they would give us passes to get around the building, it took a while but once we got the passes we were straight into the elevator and up to the office. There was a little slutty moment for me in the elevator where I thought if Steve just pinned me against the wall, we could definitely have a little bit of fun in here and give security something to watch. Steve however, he seemed oblivious and as soon as the doors opened, he headed out and I followed.

I thought it was a little weird when he walked in front of me because he usually walked beside me, it just seemed to be a little bizarre. I assumed it was just what he was used to and I walked a bit quicker to keep up with him but the closer I got, the faster he walked and it became very clear he wanted to walk in front of me.

I sat down at my desk, it was exactly as I'd left it and as I turned my computer on and booted it up, I wondered what time it was because my phone was at the bottom of my bag and my computer wasn't fully on yet, I thought I'd ask Steve.

"What time is it?" I looked at him and he didn't answer me, so I tapped his foot. "Steve. What time is it?"

"I don't know." He shrugged and didn't even look at me, he was however, looking at the fucking Rolex on his wrist. I pressed my lips together to stop myself from pointing out that he was wearing a fucking watch and even looking at it but instead, he was choosing to brush me off.

I shoved my finger on the power button on my computer, stopping it from switching on and I got up and headed off to the cafeteria so I could go and get a coffee. It took me all of three seconds as I walked away from him to realise I was a fucking idiot and I'd been completely played. Steve had somehow gone back to pre mission Steve, someone who didn't talk to me and obviously he'd put on a huge game to get me into bed.

I was seething. I was more than seething, I was upset because I'd let my guard down and look where it had got me. Used for sex and now feeling like a fucking idiot with egg on my face, I was dreading how it was going to work when we went back home. If it was going to go back to how it was when we first went to Florida, it was going to be painful. It felt painful now. Not eight hours ago, I was underneath him and he was telling me how perfect I was and now he was back to ignoring me and making me feel like shit. I started to cry. That bastard had made me cry again, I was a massive dumb slut and he was clearly aware of that.