FLASHES; ✔️

Chapter Three;

Chapter Three

"I need to come with you?" You asked, dumbfounded before snatching your dress out of his grasp and taking a good couple of steps back. It might be the lingering hangover you were fighting, but standing too close to him was clouding your judgement. "Don't you think that last night was enough?"

Jensen stared at you again, looking like he was thinking his next words through carefully. "Believe me, this isn't my choice," he said coolly while graciously turning his gaze to the door, letting you take advantage of dropping the sheet and slipping back on the dress.

Feeling a little less exposed, you slipped your straps over your shoulders eyeing him questionably. "Then let's just call this what it is and go our separate ways."

He looked back over at you, and for a moment you caught what almost looked like disappointment cross his face. "It isn't that easy, Y/N. This – this is what my agent is requesting from us."

You stared. And you stared hard. Clearly Jensen was a man who had money, like the housekeeper kind of money, but he had an agent. An agent for what? "Is requesting of us?"

Now you both just stared at each other. His eyes bore into yours, like he was trying to size you up with whatever was going through his head. And while you were trying to comprehend what was happening, all you could focus on was how you could easily lean up and kiss him; something you wished you remembered more of from last night.

Seconds passed by slowly, before Jensen cleared his throat and glanced anywhere, but at you. "I don't know what to tell you other than we need to head over to my agency."

Your brain was still running on overdrive, so autopilot started to kick in. "Can't I go home and change first?"

He brought his hand to the back of his neck and you watched as he rubbed the spot ever so gently. "I don't think that would be the wisest decision until after we speak with Henry."

Giving him a very slow nod, you absently started to head back over to where you left your phone on the edge of the bed. "Um, I need my purse and my heels."

"I believe those will be waiting for you downstairs, by the door."

"Ah," you answered, feeling another blush creeping up while trying to remember why you would have just absently thrown your valuables off to the side while in a strangers house. "Well then, I guess we should go."

The walk to through the flat was oddly numbing, like the curious part of you wanted to take a look around and get a feel for the man you had just spent the night with, but then the other, incredibly ashamed, part wanted to get whatever this was over with. As you approached the main door to the place, you saw an older woman, probably close to her late fifties with greying dark hair and the kind of dark eyes that have most likely seen more than she wanted to admit walk through this apartment, waiting with what looked like your heels and handbag from the night before.

You offered her a small smile when you took them, to which gave you a courteous nod. While you were slipping your heels on, you heard her tell Jensen that Cliff was waiting in the car down below. She also mentioned something about coffee and Tylenol before scooting you both out the door quickly.

"She seems nice," you mentioned casually, watching Jensen from the corner of your eye. "I don't think I would have mind being escorted out by her."

You heard him give a gruff laugh before pushing the downward button for the elevator. "I can't complain, she's almost like a second mom here in New York."

You both stepped through the threshold when the elevator came up and dinged open before you. Not knowing what time it was, you thought it seemed a little odd that no one else was waiting on the other side of the sliding, metal doors. "I take it you aren't from here?"