My Masked Assassin

Chapter Seventeen: Should I Tell Him?

We walk out of the club into the chilling night air, goosebumps rising viciously over my skin. I ignore it and the clamoring lights of photogs as Tom leads me to his BMW X6.

We quickly jump into the car and I hit the AC button, cold air comes out in full blast and it was all I could do not to scream.

"Calm down" Tom drones, he twists a nod and deliciously warm air envelops me.

Engulfed in the feel I lean down in the chair and literally begin to purr like a cat.

"You're a weird one, Emb" he chuckles and starts the car.

"Says the person who's still uncomfortable around gay people" I murmur back.

He balks.

"I'll have you know I am-"

"Oh please spare me!" I wave him off and sit up.

He grumbles something to himself and drives off the curb. 20 seconds into the drive something hits me.

"OW! GROSS!" I hold my nose and puff out my cheeks, "Dude! Did you fart!?"

Tom cracks a sly grin but says nothing.

"Oh dear sweet lord, it's in my eyes!!!" I slap for the window button but it was locked.

"Uhm!!!" I shrieked thought closed mouth. I turn back to Tom with pleading eyes. "HMMM!!" I cry out.

"I don't smell anything" he shrugs, then points behind him. "You're probably smelling the gym bag in the back."

I start tugging at his arm desperately, the lack of oxygen in my system getting to me.

Tom must have noticed it because he rolled his eyes, "Fine, fine" he says. Then proceeds to roll down the window.

I waste no time as I throw my head out and gasp in the biggest breath of air I've ever taken in my existence.

Half my torso was sticking out and I feel strong hands forcefully grip my hips and pull me back inside.

"Jesus, it wasn't that bad" Tom complained.

"'It wasn't that...' MY EYES ARE WATERING!" I scream at him. "My skin must be green! My eyes kinda look green" I says as I get a look at them in the side view mirror.

"Your eyes ARE green"

"I always found that weird," I confided, "As someone of Middle-Eastern decent, that's kinda off"

"You have special eyes, they kinda change color depending on the angle and distance you look at them from" Tom says.

"You think my eyes are special?" I coo at him.

He shrugs in reply.

"I think chocolates are special, don't rub your ego too much" he adds.

I sit back and we continue to drive in silence, 3 minutes later Tom's bolting down the express and then asks,

"Your place or mine?" simply.

"Mine" I replied in the same monotone.

He passes the exit on the right that would lead to the residential district where he lived and went down left off to the center of town.

I faintly notice Tom eyeing my outfit.

"Don't you think that was a little over the top? Even for you?"

I freeze, "What're you trying to say?" I ask slowly.

"Nothing" he says innocently, "Just that...that's a lot of skin..." then he trains his eyes back on the road. "Not that I'm complaining or anything"