CHAMELEON

ELEVEN.

Brett snuck up on Cameron a little quieter than he had intended to but he had been distracted by the phone in her hands that she texting on. He knew for a fact that it wasn't what the cell phone he had seen before looked like. For a second he debated the thought that she had gotten a new phone to avoid his calls, but he thought that would have been a little dramatic considering his calls had been going all the way through to voicemail so he knew he hadn't been blocked.

Seeing as he was on duty and she was playing the role of Cassidy, he cleared his throat to announce his presence.

Cameron practically jumped out of her skin, fumbling the phone through her hands in an attempt to keep it off the floor. When she finally steadied herself with a hand to her pounding chest she shot him a glare.

"Agent Simmons, I wasn't expecting you today," she said with enough edge to let him know exactly how she felt about it. Wasn't there some kind of rule that said you have to tell the person you tie up at a sex club when you get assigned to her security detail?

"If you had answered any of my calls I may have told you."

May have. Even now, he was the person in control. Cameron felt goosebumps crawl across her skin. Brett was gorgeous on a regular day but seeing him in uniform and talking to her like that made her judgement fuzzy.

"I walked out. I thought I had myself clear."

Brett took a step towards her and his ego fist bumped at her automatic reaction to take one back, successfully leading herself to a wall that he would love to pin her against and show her exactly what he thought of her latest escape attempt. Had she really thought that one little safe word would scare him away? If anything, he was more determined than ever to figure out what he had said to provoke it because it was obviously something he needed to be aware of.

"You made nothing clear. You continuously avoid my questions and refuse to let me give my own explanations."

Cameron shoved her phone into her handbag with a huff. Though they were the only ones in the hallway, her itchy wig was an unspoken boulder crushing her ability to lash out.

"Pretty sure I have the right to," she squared her shoulders in an attempt to bring back some confidence.

Brett's sly smile screamed he saw right through her. And hell if that didn't make her hot and bothered.

He took another step towards her so she could smell his cologne and feel his breath with every exhale. It brushed over her, bringing warmth to every spot it touched.

"Pretty sure we had agreed on other conditions."

Brett composed himself at the sound of footsteps. When they sped up, he stepped in front of Cameron and grabbed his firearm. Cameron gripped his other arm and dug in with her perfectly manicured nails.

"Agent Boyce?" Brett shouted at the figure running at them. "What the hell is going on?"

Boyce stopped in front of them and looked straight at Cameron.

"The hound is gone," he said, almost panting.

Brett turned to the girl, wondering why the hell the family's top security member would be running around like a lunatic because their family pet had gone missing. Brett had seen a family photo of John Marshall, Patricia, Cameron, and a fat basset hound in his internet searches.

Cameron froze, then relaxed into anger.

"What the fuck do you mean gone?"

"Gone. No signs, no communication. Gone. What do you know?"