The Imposter

The Imposter | Chapter Eighteen [Defenestrate]

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[Chapter Eighteen]

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defenestrate \dee-FEN-uh-strayt\

(v.) To throw out of a window

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'Stupid, insensitive, prick,' I muttered under my breath as I walked down the stairs and to The Cage. I was going to kill Dash for making me meet him here at five in the morning. Punishment for insolence my ass; he just wanted to torture me.

"Good morning, Brit," he grinned happily when I stumbled into the room half awake.

"Shut up, Yank," I growled. I hated morning people. Who liked being up when it was still dark outside? Not even the birds were awake yet. I was going to kill him.

"Is my lovely Jaz not awake yet?" he cooed, full of energy. He had probably already lapped the room ten times while waiting for me.

Glaring at him, I began my stretches, knowing I would pay later if I didn't. "I'm glad you're finding some amusement in this situation. Remind me why we're here so damn early?"

"An agent needs to be prepared for any situation," he supplied happily. Meaning, he knew I wasn't a morning person and wanted to torture me.

Smirking, I grabbed my right leg and drew it up to do the splits while standing. "I'll just make sure I only get assigned to night shifts," I argued.

Dash watched me closely, not bothering to hide the fire in his eyes. Resisting the urge to shiver, I continued my stretches, feeling the heat of his eyes on me. He was like every other guy—staring at anything with a nice set of boobs and an ass—but worse. When I had first starting working for NANO I had made the mistake of developing a crush on him, despite everyone's warnings. Quickly, I had learned the error of my ways when he flirted with every female he came across, except for me. At first he had treated me like every other girl, but eventually he stopped flirting and just started irritating and fighting with me. I wanted to kill him. It hurt to watch him flirt with all the other girls while he merely argued with me. Pathetic, I know, but I just wanted him to look at me like I was the only girl for him.

That was back then, though. Now, I know better. He's not a 'one-girl' type of guy and since I've come to terms with that, life has been a lot easier. Sure, we still fight a lot, but it doesn't affect me as much as it used to. At least, not in the same way it used to. Dash can still manage to push every one of my buttons. Dirty bastard.

"All right, that's enough stretching, Jaz," he ground out. "Give me fifteen laps around the room."

"Bloody hell," I groaned and resisted the urge to whine. Fifteen laps equaled two miles. Not that I couldn't easily run that, but this early in the morning I didn't want to do anything but sleep.

"I'm sorry, did you say something?" he asked in a silky tone.

"No, Master," I growled and began my light jog around the room. Damn insolent prick.

"You're not running fast enough!" he called out. I flipped him off and started sprinting, trying to avoid watching him as he stretched and pulled off his shirt. Damn it why did he have to have such a perfect body? If not for his dirty mouth, Dash would be flawless. "Maybe later, love," he smirked in response to my gesture.