Deadly Attraction

Chapter 5.

I found her. Well - she found me - at my restaurant.

It's quite suspicious though; the fact that we've been at the same place twice. In my world, coincidences don't happen.

But this one.

I'll overlook it. There are things I want to do to this woman. And the thought of them only excites my length.

I've never had an encounter with anyone who has had such an effect on me. I couldn't speak much the first day I saw her. I couldn't think straight. I was thinking however, of the things I could do to her in the back seat of my car in front of my restaurant.

Trouble.

I had Jay run a background check on her and the search came back disheartening. Not that I care anyway.

She's the only child to a deceased drug dealer and a p********e mother. She never went to college. It seems as though she is a ghost as not many people know her. That should bother me. But it doesn't.

I brought her to my house the second time I saw her and I haven't let her go since. Reynold keeps telling me I could be charged with kidnap if word gets out there but who will tell?

Concentrating at work has been hard as I can't stop thinking about her. It shames me to know someone I barely know has such an effect on my ability to concentrate or function.

My Friday nights are no longer spent drinking. I now spend them in my house, watching her refuse to f**k me. I spend work hours devising means to have her surrender to me. It feels like torture.

This woman is intriguing. She seems fearless and stubborn but when she's around me, it seems she loses composure. I keep asking myself what's so wrong about f*****g. I mean if she agrees, we get this over with and I release her.

I may have compelled her to stay at my place against her wishes but it really is not kidnap if I see desire in her eyes. The girl hasn't protested in any way. It's like she is okay with the arrangement - luxury with a touch of teasing a CEO.

I keep watching the security feeds that are linked to her room. I watch her bathe, I watch her dress up and it's in those moments I desire her more than anything.

Right now, I'm watching her again - as I always do - eating at my table and I am amazed by the amount of patience I possess. I could force her and threaten her into signing an NDA like other women I've encountered in past years.

But I don't put that into consideration because for reasons unknown to me, I want to be patient with perfect ass over here. It's crazy.

“At some point, you'll have to let me go.” She says without looking up from her plate. “You can't lock me in here and feed me everyday like I'm your hostage.”

“You disagreeing with my proposal makes you a hostage.”

“And what is that?” She looks at me now, her eyes daring me and causing a burning sensation in my chest as I stare into them.

“f**k me.”

“You really are an asshole Jason Keen.” She smiles and my d**k throbs.

“I never deny the fact.”

“Keeping me here only tortures you by the way.” She smirks now.

This woman is amused and it angers me a great deal to know that she's enjoying this. Teasing me and denying me her body.

I can't seem to wrap my head around what is stopping her from agreeing to my proposal. I see the desire in her eyes. I've watched her try to satisfy herself after a heated conversation we had one night.

All these don't seem to make her want to agree or change her mind about considering the proposal. I hate not being in control. Now, I am very much determined to keep her in here for as long as it takes.

. . .

Kate.

This assignment poses more difficulties than I anticipated. It was pretty simple a plan, follow him home, kill him when he was vulnerable.

It's been three weeks.

I've seen the man vulnerable around me a couple times and each time, my emotions get in the way of my thought process. I should have gotten this assignment done with by now.

Jason has kept me hostage in his house for a month and he is keen on getting me to have s*x with him. I want to. I really do, but I have a job description I'm trying to honour. I'm an assassin, not a dishonest person.

Even though I didn't want to honour the whole ‘dont f**k him’ instruction before, now, I feel very obliged to do so because if I f**k this man, I might never want to stop.

It seems like I'm torturing him by refusing to agree, but if we're being honest, even I am affected by my refusal to oblige.

“Tell me, why won't you agree to his proposal?” Reynold, Jason's best friend asks me.

He spends Friday nights here these days because Jason won't come out to drink anymore.

“Is that really a proposal?” I shift my weight on the couch.

“You know what I mean.” He rolls his eyes.

“No reason.”

“You're the first woman who has given him a hard time since I've known him.” He begins to say. “I applaud you for that.” He laughs lightly.

“Funny.” Jason walks in.

“Why don't you call Emily and let this one go?” Reynold teases.

‘Emily. The reason I'm here.’ Reality dawns on me as I hear her name. I don't like that woman a bit but she's given me a job that I need to complete. It's so unlike me to let emotions get in the way of my assassin judgement. It's time to finish this job. If not for anything, for my dignity.

“Who's Emily?” I try to play along.

“Jason's ex.” Reynold laughs harder now.

“I didn't know Jason dated women.”

“I don't,” Jason says, “Don't you have a girlfriend to go to?” he glares at Reynold.

Hearing his voice gets me weak in the knees. This man affects me.

“She's spending the weekend with her parents tonight. I'm all yours.” He takes a sip of his drink and winks at Jason.

I like their friendship. It's a fun one. Jason is reserved and cold and Reynold has the Golden retriever energy which complements him so well. Reynold and I have bonded over the last couple of weeks. He's the only one I talk to in this house. He comes every Friday night and we talk about a lot of things. And that's only because Jason works late some Fridays.

Like last week, he didn't come home that night because of his new site in Hong Kong. He might be a s*x addicted asshole, but he's a asshole who takes his job seriously. One can't amass such wealth with a lousy attitude and I admire him for that.

Cringe of me to admire someone.

“I'd rather you're not.” Jason looks at me and I quickly look away. Last thing I want is to be burnt internally. Sorry Keen, look elsewhere, I'm not playing any staring games tonight.

“Is he that bad?” Reynold asks me and receives another glare from Jason.

I smile and get up from where I'm seated on the couch. “I feel tired. I'll go to bed now.”

“Oh come on, join us for drinks.” Reynold

“Nah thanks, I'm not pretty when I'm drunk.” I walk out of the living room and get up to leave.

“Sit down.” There goes that calm but stern voice again. I hear it more often than not these days.

Retreating to my spot on the couch, I tuck my legs under my body and stay put.

“You know Jay, she won't agree to anything if you keep acting like an asshole.” Reynold tells him and from the sound of his voice, he's not happy about what happened.

“She likes the asshole behaviour.” Jason looks at me. This time, I don't look away.

“Asshole.” I say to him and get up from my spot on the couch. Since when do men tell me what to do?

I walk to where he's seated, my eyes locked with his. I stand in front of him for a minute, my eyes are still locked with his. I bend down, place my hand on his length and squeeze the area tight. I feel it get hard in my hand and I regret my impulsive decision.

He takes in a sharp breath and I withdraw. I don't wait for a comment before I abruptly leave the living room. I feel a rush of adrenaline as I hurry to my room. A part of me wishes he's behind me, the other part is shaking violently and feeling stupid about the scenario.

I don't know what is going on, but living in this house has messed me up in too many ways. I don't feel tough anymore and that bothers me.

Jason might be patient with me now, but I'm beginning to get the feeling that it won't be for long before he loses it. I need to act fast.

I guess I'm f*****g him after all.