Fire and Silk [A Ben Hardy/Four Fanfiction] ON STANDBY

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         "You're here visiting?" Asked Pérez, as his 10th question of the night.

I tried to look like I was enjoying my evening and his company, but it was a rather difficult task. Anxious, I fiddle with my glass, a real gin tonic this time, one that Rafael had so graciously paid for. He made very clear that he had a lot of money... and I wondered how women actually enjoyed spending time with a selfish twat like Rafael Pérez.

"Yes, I'm actually from Canada." I invented, hoping I wouldn't have to go too far with the lies.

"Really? I heard it's cold over there."

"Colder than here, that's for sure." I smiled at him.

"Make a sign or something when the download is done." Ordered One via the comms.

I almost nodded, but realized I couldn't. Pérez was now blabbering about one of his trips to Ibiza and whatnot. I listened closely, not without counting the seconds in my head. I felt like grabbing my phone at that moment wouldn't seem too impolite, so I did.

"Am I boring you, honey?" Purred Rafael.

I vividly shook my head.

"Not at all! I'm just checking to see if my friend texted me..."

He hummed in response. It took a quick two seconds to see that the percentage was now up to eighty-five. I had still a few minutes left to endure.

"Perhaps we should continue this in the privacy of my home..." Suggested Pérez, still undressing me with his eyes.

I gulped and sipped on my drink. Think, Sam, think!

"Maybe we should get some more drinks before that..." I implied, hoping he wouldn't see the panic in my eyes.

With a hearty laughed, he agreed. He ordered two more glasses and a bottle of champagne. He sure did feel confident he would get me in his bed tonight... poor guy.

"Are you gonna do something?" I heard Seven questioned my boss.

"She's fine." He stated, not noting the panic in the pit of my stomach.

I was not fine. The sooner I'd get out of there, the better it would be. I was used to being under pressure when I had to hack into a computer as people were shooting around me, but I was not a born actress. And this... this felt like selling my soul to the devil. I could almost feel Pérez's cold grasp on me and I didn't like it one bit.

Speaking of grasp, Rafael moved closer to me. He smelled like he had taken a bath of Cologne and it quickly got to me, making me nauseous.

I prayed for my phone to ring soon; I had set a special ringtone for when the download would be over. Hopefully, it would be before I'd punch the guy in the face.