Double Agent

Hard to Read

When I woke the next morning, the sun had barely risen. Glancing at the clock, it was barely after six, and as I strained my ears to listen for any movement, I was greeted by nothing but silence. Deciding now would be an excellent opportunity to explore, I threw back the covers and crept out of my room.

The smooth, hard marble flooring was as cold as ice against my bare feet, after all, the only shoes I'd got with me were my heels, and they would be far too loud for me to creep through the house unheard. Still, scurrying along on my tiptoes, I descended the stairs, scanning the living and dining room area for any signs of life, before darting down the side where Dash and Luke had disappeared mere hours earlier.

I was relieved as my frozen feet met soft, plush carpet, and slowed to survey the narrow passage. It was darker here, the lights remained off, and with the natural light from the sunrise having not graced this area just yet. Still, as I cast my eyes around, I noticed no cameras on me, and no one lurking up ahead. I found the lack of security thus far, interesting, and somewhat surprising. It was a rarity for criminal organisations not to guard their headquarters with every type of security known to man, inside and out. Yet here I was, prowling through a house, and not coming across anything. This showed either an overwhelming stupidity, or an unnerving sense of assurity from these people, and I wasn't sure just yet, which it was. Reaching the end of the hall, I was suddenly standing in a huge, impressive kitchen.

Like the rest of the house, it had embodied the same colour scheme, its large island standing out in dark wood against the white marble surface and floor. My eyes locked onto a closed door just past the other side of the room. Settling on checking it out, I continued on, not seeing anyone ahead.

"Morning."

The voice came out of nowhere, making me freeze in place about halfway across the kitchen. Swivelling to search for the source, I heard a shuffle to my left, and someone moved in the shadow of a doorway that I hadn't seen.

"Dash." I exclaimed as he stepped into the light, he was already dressed and his icy blue eyes narrowed on me, fixing me in place. "You startled me."

"What are you doing?" He asked, ignoring my comment, his tone stern and low.

I had at least five excuses that would have worked perfectly in normal situations. But this wasn't normal, and there was no way that he would settle for me being unable to sleep, or fancying a snack. So, it was time to throw caution to the wind.

"I was looking for my ammo." I shrugged, pasting a smirk on my face and hoping that it would soothe his mistrustful vibe.

"And why might you need that?" He asked.

I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as I sauntered towards the island and leant against it.

"Hmm, let me see. I'm an arms dealer, yet suddenly unarmed, in a house full of people who don't trust me. I'm pretty sure if the roles were reversed, you'd want your weapon loaded too." I replied cockily.

"Or maybe I'd never have handed it over to begin with." He retorted, his stern expression beginning to dissolve as he bought the excuse and began to toy with me.

"I didn't hand it over, remember." I said playfully, pressing forward against the counter.

His eyes dipped downwards, and I followed his gaze. The low cut top that Sage had provided, was flaunting my cleavage in such a way that left little to the imagination in my current position. Something that seemed to have captured Dash's attention as his silvery blue eyes lingered on my chest.

"Seen something you like?" I teased, enjoying the momentary sight of such an intimidating man caught off guard.

Appearing to regather himself, he broke eye contact, moving through the kitchen with graceful purpose as he opened the fridge and pulled a glass pitcher of orange juice from the shelf.