𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒 | 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯

➥ cipher; unprofessional (2)

After the other nights fiasco, I've been moved to a less satisfactory position. Guarding the door. A large, muscular man with a tattoo sleeve and probably dick piercings taking my place.

The move, organised by Cipher, surprised me to say the least. But, it is my job to remain indifferent and continue with my assigned task. Check ID after ID. I've never been so relieved for the lunch break.

Cipher slips into the backroom and I watch her blonde hair catch in the light. Macho Muscles is sat eating a beef wrap, talking to someone at a desk. I take the opportunity to slip into the side room after her. We've already broken the professional bond, why start again?

I slide along the corridor in a very dark space. The only reason I'm grateful for my smaller frame is the agility and ability to hide that I possess. However, Cipher could pick me out in a crowd.

Her taller body slams into mine and I'm pushed against the wall. Her gun is still being pulled from the back of her pants. I take the second opportunity of the day to slip from her grip and use my unexpected force to push her face into the hard brick. Pulling the gun from her grip I place it to the side of her neck. I wonder if this is the same gun that killed Jackson, if any of his blood will now stain Cipher's fair skin. She looks pretty from this position.

"Stop moving Cipher." I say as she attempts to wiggle from my grip. Or at least fake it. We both know she could take me on right here right now if she wanted to.

Her breathing regulates and I reckon the blue in her eyes decreases as her pupils dilate to let in more light. She's probably assessing the situation. I push away, hands in the air to show my surrender as she spins to attack a second time. Her gun is placed on the floor and kicked over to her.

"Care to share why I've been moved from personal bodyguard to hallway guard?" I ask. She looks exasperated, frustrated, and desperate. It's extremely attractive. I take all of her in as her pink lips start to move formulating a sequence of excuses. All of which are irrelevant to me.

"Our relationship is unprofessional."

"You initiated that." I recall her being the one to kiss me first. Her lips moving slowly against mine as she grinded on my lap and put her hands around my neck. Nothing about that was me.

"You didn't push me away." She argues.

"You're very attractive right now, it's hard to concentrate."

"I-"

"You?"

She sighs heavily, eyes never leaving mine. "I haven't done this in a while." She admits, "I'm not a nice person. Someone like you doesn't deserve that. You protect people from me rather than protect me."

I smile, "Maybe." I admit also. She seems confused by my dismissal of the topic. But I'm certain. Certain that I want this and she wants it just as much as I do. Even if it means she has to fire me. I'll find a way to see her. She seems to realise that as she pulls me in close with a tenderness I'd experienced not long ago.

"I didn't notice that you were shorter than me yesterday." She says before crashing her lips into mine. I pull her closer, telling her I want this, that she chose this too. Her mouth is inescapable and pulls me back after the shortest breath. She backs me up against the wall to slide her leg between my thighs.

She takes a breath, leg slipping from its delicious position between mine. I pull away and escape her.

"I'll see you later." I say walking out of the door a little breathlessly. Her pants can be heard down the hallway as I make myself presentable before walking out into the main room.

I win. She's finally mine.