Sympathy For The Devil (On Hold)

iii) Lady Killer

-Artemis’ P.O.V.-

"What are you doing here?" I ask, my gun edged between his shoulder blades. His hands slowly raise up to his head, as he carefully turns around.

"No, no, face the fridge and answer me,"I say quickly, stopping him from turning around completely.

He chuckles a bit, before answering,"Your first question is ’what am I doing here’ instead of ’who am i’?"

"I know who you are. You know the owner well, well enough to know that he slept in the master bedroom and you felt awkward to stay there, so you decided to take residency in one of the guest bedrooms. Now I ask again, what are you doing here?"

He shrugs,"I'm getting away from the city life for a bit."

There's a slight crack in his voice, however, unnoticable to the untrained ear.

I reach forward and grip onto his shoulder and lead him to the dining table, squeezing to let him know I am still in control.

"Sit," I say pushing him towards an empty chair. He quickly sits facing me, letting out a gasp. God his jaw line is so defined.

Shut up Artemis, no goo-goo eyes.

He leans back with his hands behind his head and his legs stretched out, too nonchalant for this should-be stressful situation. It's quite unsettling for me.

He chuckles, and attempts a British accent, "So you're not British. Shame shame. And I thought I caught myself a proper lady."

"Only in your dreams," I say with a smirk, kicking up my boots onto the table.

He leans forward and whispers seductively.

"Then I look forward to sleep."

I raise my eyebrow, but lower my gun onto my lap,"ok, whatever... Did you go into the master bedroom?"

Aside from the one sided flirting, I have to make sure Mr.Handsome didn't find anything compromising in my room.

"Yea, but I only went into the bathroom though, I needed some shampoo and stuff," he says leaning back in his chair, his hazel eyes watching me,"so what's your name beautiful?"

I shift in my seat, but resume my interrogation,"did you look at anything not in the bathroom?"

He shakes his perfectly sculpted head,"nah, I didn't really care to look. But I take it you aren't gonna answer me, so I’ll tell you mine. I’m Adam."

"Okay, Adam, why are you really here?" I ask quickly, and as quickly as I asked, his hands go down to his lap and he sits upright, shifting about in his seat.

"I really don't want to talk about it," he says, pain flashing across his eyes.

"Not good enough."

I feel a weird twist in my chest for persisting but I have to make sure Mr. Handsome isn't going to kill me in the middle of the night, or worst, turn me in to the police.

He lets out a gloomy sigh,"I'm having some, er, girl trouble so I thought I leave the city and take a break from everything."

He’s not telling the whole truth, but it’s close enough. I don’t want to ask more questions in fear of having too much empathy for him, which will only make it harder to whack him, if he learns too much.

I guess I can let him stay, as long as he abides by my rules, and passes a little test.

Artemis no, we can't let him stay, he could find out our secret and blow your cover.

That's absurd, he’s just a depressed man who needs to escape for a little while. What's the worst that can happen? I mean I am the one with the gun.

"You can stay, but under one condition: you stay out of my room," I say rather harshly. I reach into one of the chairs next to me and place a rope in front of him.

"Wait, it should be me who says if you can stay or not. This is my dad’s cabin," he argues.

"Who has the gun?" I remind him.

"Touché."

I get up and stroll over to him, putting his arms behind the chair, lightly tying his hands together, tight enough to make him think he was tied, but loose enough so that he could escape with ease.

"Kinky little thang aren't ya," he says with a sexy raised eyebrow, I sit on his lap, my body facing and pressing against his, as I tie his arms behind the chair.

"To each his own," I whisper, nibbling on his ear, rewarding me with a light moan from Adam.

Stop Artemis, you can’t go any farther. 

He's tied up, I’ll be fine.

My head goes into the crook of his neck and let my soft breathing tickle his neck, while making sure his rope is just right.

He shrugs, but I feel his lips curl up into a smug smile, "So you tell me to stay out of your room and then tie me up. Now what's the logic in that?"

"I have my reasons," I mutter. He raises his brow again and bites his lips. I pull my head out from his neck so that I'm milimeters from his winsome face. My eyes wander from his eyes to his lush lips, and I tiptoe my fingers up his tattooed arms, letting my arms rest on his shoulder. I lean so close that I could taste his breath and I can see the flame of desire in his eyes, reflecting mine as well.

However disappointment quickly replaces it as I stand back up, letting my eyes settle on the floor. But, I keep myself from letting my disappointment and frustration from showing.

"Is that comfortable?" I ask quietly, brushing some non existant dust off my shirt. He let's out a frustrated sigh, but quickly pastes on a handsome smile.

"Given that I'm tied up, in a chair, in my own cabin, being held hostage by an exquisite broad. I'd say I'm doing pretty good," he says returning to his charming self. The corner of my lips curl up into a smirk as I walk away towards the stairs.

"You're just going to leave me here?" He asks, slightly distraught.

Half way up the stairs I stop and look down at him.

"Sleep tight," I say with a sarcastic smile, hiding the genuine tone in my voice. He chuckles and lays his head back on the chair, staring up at the ceiling.

Artemis you have to be rid of him, he could be a liability.

Oh shut up. It might not be so bad to have a guy around, it'll make me look less suspicious. And if he finds out anything... I know where he sleeps.

-Adam’s P.O.V.-

"Jesus was that intense," I whisper into the emptiness. I turn my head and look out the window, and watch the little animals scamper across the grass.

The girl doesn’t leave her room the rest of the day, leaving me alone to reflect on the hot events that occurred earlier.

God she is such a tease. Sitting on my lap, whispering so seductively in my ear. It’s like she casted a spell over me, and all I wanted to do was taste her. Feel her. I want her and she wants me, now it’s just a matter of how long it takes her to admit it. 

I wonder though, what’s a beautiful woman like that doing here? Wasn’t she suppose to be at work, or at least isn't that what she told the guy she was flirting with?  

As I turn over the thought in my mind, I subconsiously pull at my ropes and they loosen lightly.

Huh, I could get out of here if I want to...