His Secret Assassin

Chapter 8: Kiara

It'd been three days since I'd asked him to train me, and I was pretty sure he was close to his breaking point. Me bugging him about it constantly was not about the fact that I actually needed it, but a little practice never hurt anyone- and I was going a little stir crazy. Doing my own workouts in the middle of the night as quietly as possible was getting old quick. I'd been doing my best to wear him down but this man was fucking unmovable if he didn't want to be.

I was loathe to admit it, but it was fucking hot. Every time I pranced around in barely-there clothes and he kept solid eye-contact, I swear I felt my heat rising. Every time I rubbed against him and he gently backed away, I wanted to beg him to come back. I'd seen the violence he could do with those hands, and the fact that he was trying his hardest to make sure I felt safe with him had my heart pounding in anticipation of having those hands on me. I usually hated it when people treated me with kid gloves, but he never made me feel like I was any less for his wariness. More like, he was caring for me in the only way he knew how.

That being said, I still did my best to get him to break; and today was no different. I turned in front of the mirror, lifting my arms and bending over to make sure this particular outfit would be the last straw for him. After all, what man can resist a woman stretching in nothing but a white t-shirt and panties with their well rounded ass hanging out the bottom? I'd seen him slowly cracking, and I would do anything to make sure today was the day he gave in.

With that determination, I headed downs the stairs to where I could hear him moving around in the kitchen. His back was to me when I walked in, but he threw a "good morning" over his shoulder at me. I returned the sentiment and went about my business like normal, grabbing a cup and pouring juice into it while putting some bread in the toaster and waiting for it. I knew the moment he'd turned to look, all the sounds behind me stopping suddenly and the heat of his gaze boring into my skin.

I refused to turn, hiding my smile as my toast popped up and I began to butter it.

"What the hell are you wearing?" The gruffness of his voice sent shivers through me.

Innocence on my face, I turned to him. "What do you mean? I'm covered."

A roll of his eyes conveyed he wasn't buying my act. "Sure, if you mean all your indecent bits are clothed. But you are by no means covered."

"Indecent? Now that just seems rude."

"Don't try and change the focus. What makes you think I want to see all of that," he said while gesturing towards my body.

A quick flush of embarrassment heated me, and I started to second-guess myself. Nodding, I grabbed my cup and toast and headed back towards the stairs. "I'll go put something on so I don't offend you," I muttered on my way out.

"Angel, wait," he groaned and gently grabbed my elbow to stop me. "I'm sorry. That's not what I meant."

I studied him, deciding he was telling the truth even if it seemed like not even he knew what he'd meant. "If you really want to prove you're sorry, you could agree to train me."

He let out a sigh, letting go of my elbow and rubbing his face. "If I say yes, will you agree to start dressing like a normal person around here?"

It stung a bit, but the excitement I was feeling at finally getting my way brushed the hurt to the side. "Yes! I promise."

"Fine. We'll start tomorrow."

"Oh come on, can't we start today? I'm ready."

He glared at me, then threw his hands in the air. "Fucking fine. Go put some real clothes on and meet me in the backyard in two minutes. If you take any longer than that, I'll assume you don't want to be trained and that will be the end of it. Forever. Understand?"

"Yes sir," I said with a mock salute and bolted up the stairs two at a time, my food forgotten in the kitchen as I raced to prove this was what I wanted. In less than a minute I was changed into leggings and a tank top and racing to meet Matias in the backyard like he'd told me to.

He let out a grumpy noise of reluctant approval, and my chest warmed in happiness. It was such a small thing, but I knew it wasn't easy for him to give in to me.

"What do you already know?" His gruff voice was even more stern than usual, and I could tell that he was going to take this very seriously. Even though I already knew most if not all of what he was going to teach me, I decided to show him that I was just as serious as he was.

"I took a couple self-defense classes, so I know a few moves for that."

"Fine, I'm going to come at you and you try and defend yourself."

Before I could answer, he was charging at me, and instincts took over. I let him get close before I quickly shoved my palm up towards his nose. I knew he hadn't expected me to move so fast, because I actually made contact before he could completely move to the side to avoid the full brunt. He didn't say anything, but moved behind me and wrapped one arm around my shoulders, the other around my waist.

It took everything I had to not use every ounce of training I had to flip him over my shoulder, instead wriggling my body until I could get off a couple shots to his solar plexus and foot instep. I could tell he knew what my next steps were, because when I went to elbow his nose and then his groin, he was easily able to block me. I let him, not wanting to give myself up so soon, instead relishing in the feel of his body against mine.

"Who taught you these moves?" Matias still hadn't let me go, and his breath caressed my neck causing a shiver I barely held back.

"Sandra Bullock."

There was a long pause. "Never heard of her."

Genuinely shocked, I turned in his arms. He made me struggle for a sec, but then loosened his grip to let air between us again. He didn't completely let go, and I didn't say anything either. Despite myself and the reason I was actually here, I hadn't been held like this before. It was kind of nice.

"You've never heard of Sandra Bullock? Miss Congeniality? Two Weeks Notice?"

He shrugged. "I don't know what those are."

My mouth moved wordlessly for a minute, and then he burst into laughter suddenly. I was stunned into silence, his laughter captivating and surprising. After a moment, I realize he'd easily tricked me and I couldn't help but laugh myself. I didn't even know he HAD a sense of humor, and here he was surprising me with what was a really good joke, even at my expense.

"Dammit Matias, I thought you were for real!"

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled. "You should've seen your face, hell, you thought I'd been living under a rock my whole life didn't you?"

"Basically!" We laughed a little longer, and then he sobered up a little and I could tell we were going to get back to business.

"Alright, those are some good moves to start with. Anything else you already know?"

"Um, just the hammer strike, using my fist with my keys out the side to hit someone if needed."

He nodded. "Yeah, basic self defense stuff. I can tell you've practiced because of your reaction time when I went for you, but I'm going to go into some more technical moves. They'll be difficult and hard work but if you're as ready as you say, then we can go ahead and start."

"I'm more ready than I can say."