I'd Kill You First: when bad meets bad

Chap 57

SODA:

We were currently at a department store searching for clothes for me. I had so brilliantly left my only luggage bag at the bar from the night before. So I found myself browsing the racks of clothes, wearing men's basketball shorts and a big t-shirt that I wore hanging off my shoulder, with Jonathan walking along beside me, whistling a tune I didn't know.

"You should get this," he suddenly said, pulling a navy party dress from a random rack and holding it up to my body.

"Or nah," I said while rolling my eyes and turning back to sift through the jeans and shirts. "I need practical criminal-wear."

He chuckled and came up behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist with ease as he rested his chin on my shoulder. "I don't see why you can't just stay in my clothes. It's...hot."

I shrugged out of his hold with tense muscles. "Are you seriously hitting on me right now?" I asked incredulously.

"Nope," he said with a pop. "I just think you're cute is all."

"That's hitting on me!" I cried in exasperation, throwing my hands in the air for effect.

"Not really," he frowned. "I'm just observing the fact that you look good and stating my discovery."

"You are unbelievable," I muttered, pulling a pair of black jeans from the rack and checking to make sure the size was mine.

"No, what's unbelievable is that ass," he said before letting out a low whistle, cocking his head to the side at my rear end for dramatic flares.

"I've known you for like an hour, and you're already like a horny teenage dog in the same room as a cute poodle," I huffed.

"Did you really just call yourself a poodle?" He raised his brows at me while putting a dark blue crop top on the stack in my arms.

I put the top back and glared at him. "You completely missed my point."

"No, I heard it," he said while putting the shirt back in my arms with finality. "I just chose to ignore it."

I gave up on trying to resist his choices for my clothing and just let him do whatever. "I hate being ignored," I muttered. "And being hit on."

I once again felt an arm slide around my waist from behind, accompanied by a familiar chin on my shoulder. "Relax, love," he murmured. "I'm just trying to make you loosen up. You are way too tense."

"I'm not tense," I snapped, trying to pull away from him.

He pulled my back further to his chest and wrapped his other arm around me as well. "Yes, you are," he said firmly. "It's making me tired."

"You would be tense too if you had an ex lover and your brother out there somewhere possibly dead or most likely going insane looking for you while you're in the process of killing your power lord boss to protect a man that will always hate you for what you are," I spat, yanking from his arms and sending him the fiercest glare I could muster.

He stood there, arms still hung midair where they had been around my waist, eyes trained on my face with an intense look in them, head tilted to the side at me.

"I knew you were tense," he finally said, shaking his head while clicking his tongue. "Cut it out, it's contagious," he said with a shudder.

I couldn't believe it. "Seriously?" I hissed. "You're going to joke around while everyone on the streets is trying to hit the big target on our backs?! Stop messing around and be professional! How in the world did you ever end up working for Boss with such an idiotic disposition?"