Spies

Chapter 11

I shifted in my sleep, not feeling my custom sheets and mattress under me. Oddly, it felt as if I was on a couch. Strange. I opened my eyes and looked around me, slowly realizing that I was not at my house and that I was alone. I quickly sat up and took a glance around me, gathering and remembering the scenes from the previous night.

I shifted the blanket that I had gotten for Alex off of me and sat up. I really put myself through a lot of stuff in the last couple days.

I yawned and stretched my limbs on the surprisingly comfortable couch, feeling oddly relaxed. I looked down and realized I was not in the dress I had on last night, but in a large t-shirt. What the-

I stood up, checking if indeed I was imagining things, but no. I was wearing a large t-shirt for a guy.

"You do look better in my clothes than I do," said a voice from behind me. I turned around to see Alex walking in shirtless, drinking coffee. Why did he have to have the face of a God and a chiseled six pack as well?

"Please tell me you have a maid or a sister who changed me into this," I said closing my eyes. It would only make things weird if he was the one to take off my dress and replace it with this shirt.

"Why, babe," he said with a smirk. "Would it be too awkward if I did it," he answered his own words, taking a sip of the coffee. He turned to the kitchen and walked to the coffee maker.

"Ughhhh. Forget it," I replied. I did not want to make a big deal out of it, especially with the news from last night.

"It's not a big deal," he said as he poured two cups of coffee. "I just changed you from the dress into my shirt. Banging body by the way," he winked at me with the last comment.

"You are unbelievable," I replied with an eye roll, taking the coffee from him when he walked over to me. We both sat down on the couch, moving the blanket to make more room. "So about the case-"

He cut me off, with a sigh, "I really don't need any more twists with it this morning."

"Well this has to be the biggest one yet," I said taking a sip from the coffee. It was my exact morning coffee flavour - a strong black coffee with sugar. Not exactly a hard kind to find but not everyone can handle the strong natural taste. "Good coffee."

"Thanks. But, be real with me. What went wrong last night after I passed out," he asked, kicking back and sipping his coffee.

"How come you don't have a headache right now? The combinations of drinks you had last night was..." I trailed off, trying to find the right word.

"Crazy. Suicidal. Unheard of. And last but not least, the most idiotic, reckless and immature thing to do on a work night," he summed up, seemingly a list of words to describe the action that he must of heard on a regular occasion.

"Wow. You must do this a lot if you have that list," I said, looking at him.

"Yeah. I guess I have portrayed the rebellious, arrogant, womanizing bastard character for so long that my family and everyone around me kept reminding me every chance they got. That was the clean version of the words I got from certain people," he said, looking down at his almost empty cup. "Anyways, what's going on with the case?"

I took a deep breath. "Well," I began, "Michael found out what was stolen." As I said that, I could see something cross Alex's face, an unreadable negative emotion.

"What was it?" he asked, a little disdained and angry.

"Okay..." I said, referring to his attitude. "Ummm. Basically a lot of valuable jewelry and metals, some from England's royalty. All valuing millions of dollars. It was really hard for them to find out they were missing. The fakes in the museums and the buyers of some of the original pieces were informed of the switches of their property. But most of these date back at least a couple decades. They can be anywhere by now."