He is Hot. He is Wicked and He is My Kidnapper.

Resisting much? (22)

Dear Kyle on the right,

Love from my sister. XD <3

Chapter 22

“Ouch…”

He raised a hand to his face and touched his nose. He swore. It was throbbing. Her throw was a direct hit, straight onto his nose. He glared at the shoe box at his feet.

“Ungrateful chit,” he muttered under his breath, raking a hand through his hair. He had so badly wanted a good morning kiss, he thought with a sigh.
Mind drifting to last night and that nice but innocent kiss they shared, he had wanted more. Much more.

Kicking the shoebox out of his way, he went out of the room. I’ll catch her later today, he promised himself, rubbing his nose in an attempt to soothe the pain.

His phone rang and he checked the screen. It was the Boss.

“Sir?” he said, pressing the green button.

“Agent Wright. Is Agent Rowers in position?” the crisp cold voice that belonged to General Stuart Jobs. The voice itself made him snap into attention, even if it was through the phone.

“Yes sir,” he said, his mind going to Ash and wondered how he was doing.

“And the girl?”

“Alexis? She is fine, sir,” he said, walking to his room and shutting it behind him.

“Hmm…” he heard General Jobs cough then, "We are sending an agent there tomorrow.”

“An agent? Here?” Nate asked, momentarily tensing.

“Yes. Agent Simpson.”

Nate frowned. Agent Cheryl Simpson was a little…too forward when it came to her feelings about him.

“Can't you send somebody else? And why now?”
“Progress Wright, progress. The higher ups want progress. And Simpson’s recuperating now. The others can't be sent over. Think of it as keeping a guest,” his boss said, with a harsh laugh.

“Guest? Yes sir.” What else could he say?

After hanging up, he sat down at his desk and brooded. The wood of the desk was marked in several places where he had jabbed the ball-point of a pen into the wood in frustration. He scratched on with a fingernail, thinking.

Before he made any new plans, he better ask from Ash the situation over there.

Flipping his phone out, he dialed Ash’s number and waited.

“Hello Nate!” said Ash’s cheery voice.

“Agent Rowers?” Nate asked, deepening his voice, just for fun.

“S—sir? Oh shit I’m sorry, didn’t mean to disrespect you—I thought—”

Nate laughed. He couldn’t hold it in, Ash’s flustered voice apologizing for disrespecting.

“Nate?” Ash said, in an accusing voice.

“Yeah yeah,” he said, chuckling.

“You idiot! I thought it was the boss seriously. You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Whatever.  anyway, what’s going on in your side?” he asked.

Ash muttered a few curses, which Nate turned deaf to and said, “Actually, I have located the files. Just need a way to get them . I have an idea forming but it isn’t ready yet. I’ll be able to get some outside help though.”