Caught In The Mission

Twenty-Three

I made my way down the stairs, my heels echoing on the wooden floors. I ran my hands through my straight hair pushing it behind my shoulders. I placed one earring in my ear walking to the large silver mirror on the wall. "I can't believe I got ready before you!" I shouted clipping the back of the earring in. The earrings were silver and dangly, they matched my locket. Alex was still upstairs getting ready for this meal at his bosses house. It didn't take me long to get ready, Alex however had been in his room for the last hour and a half. What could he have possibly been doing this whole time? "I'm sure you want to get your makeup on perfectly but we are going to be late to this thing if you don't put your brushes down." I joked clipping the next earring into place. He mumbled something back to me, I couldn't exactly make out what he said but I'm sure it was something along the lines of "fućk off." I smirked shaking my head. And they say girls take forever to get ready.

I gave myself one last look before making my way to the kitchen. I briefly remembered leaving my keys on the kitchen counter when we got back from lunch. I heard Alex head down the stairs as I made eye contact with my keys. Again he said something but o didn't hear him. I rolled my eyes at his inability to talk normally. I grabbed my keys then made my way back to the hallway, where Alex has his back to me checking himself out on the mirror. Surprise surprise. "What?" I asked standing behind him.

His eyes moved from his hair to mine. His hand slowly dropped to the coffee table in front of him as he looked at me through the mirror, his eyes slowly trailed down my face to my chest, lingering for a second before he looked up again, and turning around to face me. He leaned his back on the coffee table crossing his arms to his chest as he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes again for the third time today. I knew there were unclean thoughts happening in that dirty head of his. "I can't quite figure this out." He said tightening his crossed arms. It made his arms look bigger under his white dress shirt. He paired them with a pair of black trousers. I noticed his blazer on on the railing by the stairs next to us. I raised my eyebrow waiting for him to finish his question.

"You wear this dress right." He said pushing himself off the table and taking two steps forwards. "This very very distracting dress." He looked down at the pale pink camisole midi dress I was wearing, it did have a slit on the front, it also tied at the front giving me the illusion of a small waist, but I wouldn't call it distracting, it's just a dress.

"It's hardly distracting." I said looking down at the satin material.

When I looked up Alex's eyebrow was raised as he looked at me like I had two heads. I stared back at him raising my eyebrows. It soon enough turned into a staring contest, he was the first to look away as he took another step towards me, he surprisingly took another step walking to stand behind me. I felt him place his hands on my waist and rest his chin on my
Shoulder, his head turned slightly, his cheek right on mine. "Look." He said lifting one hand to point to the mirror. I did just that, our eyes meeting in the reflection. He placed his hands on my ribs, just under my breast...the dress also had a low back may I add so his thumbs rested right on my bare back, making that exact spot burn. "Yeah it's not distracting, definitely doesn't make your chest stand out." He whispered into my ear, his hot breath hitting my skin in the most sensations way.

His hand slowly trailed down my sides resting them just on my hips. "Everyone's going to be looking at how your body looks in this dress." I didn't like how his touch and his voice were making me feel. I reached down and placed my palms on his wrists. I didn't push them away, I didn't do anything but old them. He noticed I wasn't going to do anything and slowly moved his right hand down the front of my right thigh, even with this fabric acting as a barrier between my thigh and his hand I couldn't help but feel like I was melting a little. It didn't help that we held eye contact as his did what he was doing. I felt his hot palm slide under the slit resting on my bare thigh. Had he moved further up he would have felt the gun I had strapped to myself. "I'm not even going to mention this part" he have my thigh a slight squeeze, and then I saw him move his head towards the crook of my neck, I felt him place peppery kisses on it moving to the strap of the the dress. "How you going to be sneaking around when all the men are going to be drooling over you?"