Every Secret Thing >> Dean Winchester

02 | To Trap A Dangerous Man

Chapter 02 | To Trap A Dangerous Man

I had always admired the boss. He was fantastic in all of his work and had always set a great example for me to look up to. He too, after all, was the one who saved me from a lot of darkness and showed me that life does give another chance. He trained me as soon as he scouted me, so I knew I had a great respect for him.

It was rare to see him in person rather through a screen where we normally communicate, so my eyes were just salivating over the sight of the boss as he walked towards me. He had an overall clean-cut appearance as usual; his jet black hair gelled and pushed back. He eyes zeroed in on me as he gave me his usual charming smile.

Yeah, yeah. I knew I'm supposed to be professional right now but all what I could think of at that moment was GOD, he's hot.

For someone who's almost the same age as me, he looks really good.

"Good evening, Rosabelle. How are you? I assume you have read the information we have on your target tonight."

"Good evening, boss. I'm feeling fine. And yes, I've already memorized all the info in and out." I answered, smiling back. We spoke in low, hushed whispers. Even so, his voice still sounded so smooth and suave.

"As expected of my best agent." A subtle smirk plays on his lips. "You look excited to start."

I laugh lightly. "You know me, boss."

"You are informed of your alias name for this mission, correct?"

I nod. "Yes. I am Blaze Wadsworth, 26, business consultant."

His face falls serious and I knew he was done making small talk. His eyes bore into mine with the intensity I am familiar with. "That's right. Tonight, you are Blaze Wadsworth, not Rosabelle Grey. Do what you need to do. You have one goal and one goal only. Get the information we want without letting your target discover your true identity."

"Yes boss."

I eyed the door to the venue of the party. From here on out, I am someone else entirely. Blaze Wadsworth; a dangerous woman here to trap a dangerous man.

Arm in arm, we join the party. A live band plays sensual jazz as crowds of men and women mingle flirtatiously with each other. Soft red lights shine from one spot to another.

The boss parts ways with me, giving me a knowing wink which I smile at in response. I knew it meant to say, "have fun."

My look tonight was certainly attributing to my good mood. Maybe it was the dress that hugged my curves perfectly, or the slit that offered short glimpses of my bare legs; a cool breeze kissing it so ever frequently. Whatever it was, I was on fire tonight.

With every click of my heels, people turn to look at my way, clearing a path for me in the crowd.

"What a beauty."

"Do you already have a partner for the night?"

"How about I treat you to the best night of your life?"

I turn down the continuous stream of advances politely with a smile. Meanwhile, i was casually scanning the entire venue for my target. I had to rely on where my intuition took me. I can't possibly be aggressively cocking my head in all directions like a crazy meerkat now, can I?

My eyes land on a man at the VIP section. Sitting with unmistakable pride, the force of his presence, too powerful to be ignored, is a dead giveaway. His features were surely that of the same Dean Winchester from the profile I studied.

All of a sudden he looks up from his glass, his pointed gaze falling straight on me.

Did he just feel me watching him? This man's got good instincts. I've got to be careful. But I could use this to my advantage, now that I've gotten his attention.

I smile at him, which he takes as an invitation. He rises and saunters his way to me, still not breaking eye contact. Moving leisurely, he takes two champagne glasses from the tray of an unknowing waiter.

Good, I've gotten his attention.

As if to challenge him, I follow suit. His stare sure was unwavering, but I wasn't intimidated. We stopped as we reached each other. The corner of his lips quirk up up to a playful smirk as he offered me a glass,  "A drink, gorgeous?"

"Why, thank you. You're too kind." I say sweetly.

The smile line around his mouth and eyes deepened as he chuckled, "Not at all, sweetheart."

Christ, he's ho—NOPE. Focus, Ro.

As I pretended to sip, he doesn't bother hiding the fact that he was checking me out from head to toe. His burning stare comes back up to my eyes.

"Looks like your partner left you." He says, cocking his head to the bar where the boss was talking to a younger woman; probably buttering up the poor girl with sweet talk.

"You saw who I came with? You're quite an observant man." I remark, feigning a laugh.

"Don't be modest, now." He says, "Everyone laid eyes on you the moment you stepped in. Regardless, that's his loss. I've got a bigger win on my hands now, anyway."

He he slithers his right hand to the small of my back, offering offers his left. "Care to dance?"

Taking it, I grin. "Only if you can tango."

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Published on: June 19