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2.7 Shoulders

Mr. Tomlinson sat down on a bench next to the plants.

I felt the need to get closer to him and tell him that everything would be alright. I rubbed his shoulders from behind him and tried to ease him. He continued playing with the green plant in his hands.

"And you are sure that something is going on with the mayor?"

"Yes, I am bloody sure. I have photographs. I do not like seeing them though," he admitted.

"So what is the next part of the plan?" I asked him eagerly. If I had the chance to save his marriage, I would most definitely try to.

He looked surprised at my eagerness. "Right now, I want to see whether it will get to her."

"It really should. You are a married man kissing an eighteen-year-old in the middle of the city." He shrugged. Was that not enough for him? I guessed the rumours were true then. It was a common thing for married men to have mistresses of my age.

"Why am I even telling you this? I have only known you for a few hours," he muttered. He let the plant go.

"I am your order, Mr. Tomlinson. You chose me," I remarked. "I guess you saw something in me."

"You are being awfully easy, do you know that? I expected you to fight me more," he admitted. "I do not mean that in a bad way."

"I do not think we are supposed to fight you, Mr. Tomlinson," I told him. The agency would kill me if I fought someone of that high importance. "Besides, now that I know what is going on, I am willing to help you and you do not have to force me to do anything."

Mr. Tomlinson leaned back against my body. My hands moved from his shoulders towards his chest. I was unsure of why I touched him like that. He needed the comfort, right?

"What if she does not come back to me after all of this?" he questioned openly. I did not think he intentionally asked the question, it seemed like it accidentally crossed his lips.

"Then you will have to divorce her, I suppose," I responded. He did not reply to me. Instead, he just sat there in my hands for a few minutes.

Then he stood up and moved around the bench to face me directly. Mr. Tomlinson held my hands in his and said, "I am sorry for everything that is about to come. You have been very obedient. I am just warning you that it will get worse than a kiss."

"Just tell me beforehand, Mr. Tomlinson," I uttered. I would hell him, but he had to warn me. I wanted to be prepared. I tried to compliment him. "And it was not bad to kiss you. Do not underestimate yourself."

"Are you suggesting that you liked kissing me, Pearl Belle?" he asked me allusively.

"Could you please stop saying my entire name? I feel like I am under inspection," I tried to avoid the topic.

Mr. Tomlinson did not say another word.

I did not even have time to blink, that was how fast his lips were on mine again. His hands went around my neck, easing me into his direction. I moaned softly.

There was nobody around, why was he kissing me...

There was a soft breeze in the garden, and I felt it on my skin. It gave me chills.

My cheeks flushed. I was enjoying what Mr. Tomlinson gave me in his deep kiss, and I found myself kissing him back.