Angel's Intrigue

Chapter 6

     To say I was surprised was an understatement, only the high ranking and trusted individuals stayed in the main house. And I knew for certain they didn’t trust me. Sure, the main house had game rooms and a living room for anyone’s use but from my short time looking around I already knew that the only bedrooms in this place were on the higher levels. Levels that required at least a silver key-card.

     Nixon starts to protest but shuts his mouth with a single look from Landen, “You are dismissed.” I was slightly amused to say the least, I got the feeling that even though there was a hierarchy the higher ups were still treated with respect and had the right to speak their mind. Trying to hid my amusement I glanced way from Nixon to Landen only to realize they were both looking at me.

     “Oh. Me.” If I hadn’t been embarrassed I would have told him that nobody, not even he can dismiss me.

      I escaped to the living room after someone told me I could find Mason there. When I was in here earlier I was so focused on what to do with the golden card that I hadn’t taken the time to look around, the place was huge. Three couches, a few bean bag chairs tossed here and there. There was even a x-box and Ps4 hooked up to a massive flat screen tv that hung on the wall. Of all the things in the room, the two people sleeping on the middle couch is what had my attention.

     Mason was curled up on a tired Miles. It wasn’t until I was standing directly in Miles line of sight that he finally noticed me, I felt the need to chastise him. To tell him you have to always be paying attention, obliviousness will get you killed. But I bit my tongue as he gathered his surroundings sitting up slightly before noticing the sleeping boy and leans back into the couch.
               
     “I think its time I take you to bed.” He’s eyes don’t leave mine as he speaks waiting for me to catch the double meaning, I roll my eyes but otherwise ignore his comment. With Mason in his arms we walk through a door that I thought lead to a closet, instead we stepped into a small empty room. One of the walls wasn’t a wall at all but rather an elevator. I didn’t even know this place had an elevator shaft. Stepping inside Miles maneuvers Mason to hit the button for the fifth floor,
     
      “Seven,” I mumble to myself in amazement. We come out in another closet sized room with a door that leads us out to an open area and what I suspected to be the bedrooms of the high level and most trusted men.
          
     Miles put Mason in an empty room, while I stood at the door watching. He was gentle with the child, like a new parent would be. I knew for certain that even though I wouldn’t be able to get up to this level without a key Mason would be okay, he was protected.
               
     “Your turn.” I laugh as he leads me back to the elevator.
               
      “You have to be of a certain size to be able to put me to bed Miles.” I look him up and down before turning to face my reflection in the elevator doors.
               
     He purrs in my ear, “how big is this size?”
               
      “If you have to ask…” He sends me a playful glare. “So how come we’re leaving this floor? I didn’t see any rooms on the first level.” I say referring to the lit up ‘one’.
               
       He frowns at me for a few minutes before he speaks, “I was told you were staying in the fraud house.”
               
      I watch him in the reflection of the doors as we descend, “I was told I was staying here in treason.”
               
     He watches me with curiousity, “Very few people are allowed to stay in treason. For now, you have a room already set up in fraud.” Usually I would argue but the concussion I was currently supporting was telling me I need to sleep, badly.
               
     The fraud house was similar to the other two houses I had seen, although it was nowhere near the same size as treason. This house was four story at most, including the basement. He lead me through the house to a room at the end of the hall. I took notice of the cameras at every turn and the lock on my door, if someone tried to come in while I was sleeping, I would know. 
               
      Turning back to face the hall I notice Miles watching me with a small smile on his face, his hand on the knob of the door. I blame what happens next on my concussion and his incredibly handsome face. Miles starts to close the door when I decide to tease him a little. My hands start to unbutton my jeans as I stare, our eyes locked. Slowly pushing them down until they drop to my ankles, hearing a mumble of something that sounded like, “…sexy little fraud.” My shirt hits the ground next, my necklace bounces on my breasts before landing perfectly in between. My smirk falters when his heated gaze never strays from my eyes to the matching undergarments I had on. “Get some sleep beautiful,” is all he says before the door clicks shut. Mouth a gape I stumble over to slide the lock in place.  
I lean my body wait against the door and look around the room, it was nothing special. The only thing of significance was the small camera in the left corner, with speed that would make Usain Bolt proud I throw my shirt over the lens.  After a few scans of the room and nothing else to note I climb into the bed, smelling the clean sheet I shut my eyes and get some much-needed sleep.