Spy on you

Mission Vegas

"Mission accomplished." I woke up the next morning and decided to call Lexa. 

"You slept with him, didn't you?" She said breaking the silence. I was indeed in his enormous penthouse, it didn't change. But her little comment made me hanging up. I hated the fact that she was right. 

My phone rang again. "I won't be going back to London tonight-" She tried to explain. "Ok, bye." And I hung up, this time because Elijah just walked in the kitchen. I was wearing a red robe and was holding a cup of coffee in my hand. 

"Good morning." I said, looking at him, shirtless, standing in front of his fridge. "Didn't know you were a morning person." He said, purring himself a glass of apple juice and taking a cookie. He approached the table were I was sitting and pulled the chair. He was now facing me. 

"There's a lot of thing about me that you don't know." I said with a smirk. "When are we going to Vegas?" I asked, breaking the sexual tension. 

"This afternoon, the event is tonight." I chocked on my coffee. "You good?" He said laughing. 

"Yeah uhm... Why didn't you tell me? I don't have anything to wear!" I stood up and quickly washed the cup. 

"We didn't really had a chance to "properly" talk last night." And he was behind me, pressing himself on my back. I quickly turned around and tried to push him back. I was maybe a spy, but he was a mob Boss, and he surpassed me in a lot of things. 

"Well..." I tried to bark back but his lips were on my neck and it send a shiver down my spine. "Come on, I need to go find a dress..." He looked at me, piercing my soul and his eyes traveled my body. 

"I like you more like this." He said, proud of what he was seeing. 

"Maybe you do, but I still need to wear something else than lingerie." He put his hands on both sides of the counter and growled in frustration. "Come on." I pushed him a little and he let me pass. 

I went to take a shower, the water was hot and if felt good. I got out and wrapped a towel around my body. I forgot that I didn't have any clothes. 

"Uhm... Elijah." I said, hoping he would hear me. "ELIJAH" I screamed. I heard his footsteps and he knocked on the door; 

"Yeah?" I heard his deep voice echoing through the heavy metal of the door. 

"I'm a little dumb so I forgot my dress on your bed, could you give it to me?" I tried to sound convincing. 

"You're going to wear this dress to Vegas?" He was judging. "No, but I need to wear something to go shopping." He didn't respond. "Elijah?" This time, he unlocked the door and walked in the bathroom. "Ever heard of knocking?" I said, trying to cover as much of my body as I could, I was always confident about myself and my body, but around him, I felt vulnerable. 

"Put this on, I need to buy a suit, and you need to buy I dress, I'll bring you with me." I nodded and took the clothes out of his hands. I stopped, waiting for him to get out, but he never did. 

"What are you waiting for?" I said making it obvious that I wanted him out. 

"First of all, this is my house, so I go and stay where I want and second of all, nothing I've never seen." He winked and playfully hit his arms, hard enough for him to feel a little pain. 

"That actually hurt." He winced. 

"GET OUT." He held his arms up in defeat and he finally got out. 

When I finished putting on the clothes, I looked at myself. The joggers he gave were ten times too big and the pullover, let's not talk about it. I left the sweatshirt, folded on his bed and began to look through his wardrobe, nothing, only a leather jacket, so I took it and put it on. I was only in my bra and half my breasts were showing.