The Academy

Chapter 2: Red-With-Black-Lace Bra

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Chapter 2: Red-With-Black-Lace Bra

"Like I said earlier, Sub-Agents, we weren't expecting you so early. Your rooms will be ready shortly, in the meantime..." It was Mrs Harding, the woman in charge of Inter-Division Relations's voice. I ignore her and start to put my towel down so I can change, just as the door opens. I freeze, which is just about the worst thing I can do, because my towel then drops and a young man walks in.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I gape at him. Like seriously, I gape. Oddly, he doesn't. The look on his face is one of mild surprise, as if he often walks in on naked females in the men's room and the only thing he isn't expecting is for me to be blond. Oh, hi. I'm the gorgeous Sub-Agent from Operations who sees nude girls everyday, what's your name?

Wait, gorgeous? Well, ok, he is. Really gorgeous. Gorgeous squared. Not only that, but my analytical mind is telling me that he's probably from Ops, judging by his toned arms and ramrod posture. No one but Ops drills that into their recruits. I briefly wonder what Ops is doing in Nerd Central, but decide to ponder that at a later stage, considering I'm a little preoccupied right now.

He opens his mouth to say something, but is interrupted by another voice saying, "Hey, Warski?" Then the door starts to open. Quick as a whip and in just as fluid a motion, the guy, Wolski, scoops up my towel, shoves it, me and himself back into the shower and neatly shuts the door behind him (I wonder if they're trained to do that?). Unfortunately, this action results in me slipping and falling backwards. Just in time he catches me and pulls me towards him. I wrap my arms around him and hold on for dear life. I'm really clumsy sometimes.

"Yeah?" He replies in a velvety voice, like dark chocolate. Man, he is gorgeous. And he saved a damsel in distress, which makes him a gentleman too. This was actually not that bad a situation. Except for his phone digging into my inner leg and the scratchy-ness of his T-shirts print. Wait, why can I feel his shirt on my breasts? Oh, yeah, that's right, I'm naked. Wait, NAKED? I start to pull away, but he only holds me tighter. He is probably worried that I'll slip again, or make a noise.

"The guide-chick says that our rooms are ready. The rest of us are heading up so long. You coming?" It was his friend. I kinda forgot about him.

"Nah, James." he replies. "I'll stay here and freshen up. See you in a few?"

"Ok, if you say so." James starts to move away from the shower and to the door, but then stops. He bends over and picks something up. "Hey, man. What's this?"

"What's what?"

"This red-with-black-lace bra. Who's is it?"

"Oh, that."

Oh shit. That's my bra. It must have fallen out of my bag when I shoved my old clothes in. Crap. I hope he can think fast.

"It's Kimberly's. She gave it to me just before we left."

Oh, thank the gods he's good under pressure. Wait, who's Kimberly? Shut it, Ashwood. This is no time to get jealous of a girl you don't even know.

"Liar. Kimberly's a 32B. This is a 36C."He looks down at me with surprised-but-impressed look on his smug face. I glare at him and he smirks back. James continues, "You're hiding some new girl, aren't you?"

"You got me. I am hiding her." He smirks at me when he says that. Jerk. "I'll tell you about her later."

"Seriously, later? Just give me something!" James moans.

"Fine," Warski says as he looks down at me, "She's super sexy. And she's blond."

I know I'm blushing. I just know it. That jerk. But, I have to say, I am kind of happy that he called me 'super sexy'. Hey, who wouldn't be?

"Aw, man. You have all the luck. Kay, see ya later." He leaves and we're suddenly alone.

"So," he says.

"So," I reply sarcastically.

He glares at me. "What I was going to say was, do you think you wanna let me go? Not that I'm not enjoying this, in fact, I am enjoying it very much, but some people, not me, may think it indecent." He smirks at me. God, why does he keep doing that?

"Ass."

"Yes, mine is very nice, isn't it? I wonder, how's yours?" He peers over my shoulder, "Mmn, very nice, too. Not as great as mine, but very nice nonetheless."

"Ugh, you're insufferable. Close your eyes."

He suddenly looks uneasy. Must be his Ops training, telling him to remain vigilant. "Why?"

"Why? Why!? Because I need to change, and it don't want you to see me naked." I hope he doesn't point out that he already has.

"I already have." Gasp, he pointed it out! That... That... Jerk!

I do the only thing anyone else in my position would. I stick my tongue out at him.

"Real mature. Fine, I'll close my eyes and deprive myself of this," he looks at me pointedly, "lovely view." He closes his eyes and I quickly let go, grabbing my towel and wrapping it around me. I am surprised, he kept his eyes shut.

"Ok, now open your eyes and get out. And pass me my bag, will you? I need to get dressed." Wait for it...

"No, you don't." Ah, there it is, that cockiness I missed for those three seconds he wasn't talking.

"Yes, I do. Hurry up, I need to go," I say as I push him out, one hand still holding the towel up.

"Go where?" He asked as he passes my bag.

I ignore him and start to get dressed. I'd finish putting on my underwear and pants when I realized something. "Haha. Very funny. Give it back."

"Give what back?"

"My bra. You know, the one you took?"

"I don't have it."

"Yes, you do. Who else could possibly..."

We say it at the same time, "James."

I pull on my shirt, a low, dark grey V-neck. It goes well with my red skinny's and charcoal boots. I use the now-damp towel to wipe the dirt off of my leather jacket. I get out of the shower, flip my almost dry hair again and put on my jacket.

Warski wolf whistles, "Damn, girl, you clean up good."

I glare at him. "Thanks." I zip up my jacket.

"Hey, hey. No need to zip up for me."

"Ugh! Why, of all the people to catch me in the washroom did it have to be you? Never mind, don't answer that. Let's just go to your room. Where is it?"

He tells me and I start to lead the way. I shit you not, fifteen seconds after we exited the men's room, we hear a stern voice.

"And just what are you doing here, Miss Ashwood?"

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Hey, Readers. Once again, thanks for reading this and feel free to leave a comment or message me.

OMG, is Sam not just the most arrogant, cocky, funny, gorgeous- Wait, did I say gorgeous? He isn't! He's a jerk. A gorgeous jerk. *swoon* Isn't he just the best? Love it? Hate it? Please let me know. And vote if you want to!

Thanks for reading.

Lots of love
The Commodore

P.S. Cover and title still up for debate!

P.P.S. I know I haven't released first names yet, you'll find out in the next chapter.

P.P.P.S. Just remembered that they're in the blurb. Oops. :)