All Yours

Playing With Fire

Just a normal girl out to get her morning coffee. I'll even sit at the table with a newspaper. The easiest way to do this job is to blend in with everyone else. They walk past me without a care in the world. Not realizing that I'm one of the most dangerous people to roam these streets. But if you do no harm neither will I.

My mornings usually begin with a brisk walk to the local coffee shop. It's a cozy little place tucked away on a corner street. As I enter, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills the air, instantly waking up my senses. I join the line of people waiting to place their orders, careful not to draw any attention to myself.

Once it's my turn, I confidently place my order, pretending to be just another customer craving caffeine to start their day. The barista prepares my coffee, skillfully pouring steaming hot liquid into a to-go cup. I pay and thank them with a smile, ensuring my polite demeanor remains intact.

With my coffee in hand, I make my way to a corner table, where I sit down and unfold a newspaper. It's a classic move, giving me the appearance of a regular morning reader catching up on the latest news. People around me continue with their conversations, oblivious to the true nature hidden beneath my calm facade.

As I sip my coffee and glance at the newspaper headlines, I observe the hustle and bustle around me. The street outside is filled with people going about their daily routines, completely unaware of the danger that lurks among them. It's an interesting dichotomy, being both an ordinary person and one of the most dangerous individuals in these streets.

However, despite my capabilities, I am not here to cause harm. I believe in living a peaceful life, as long as others do the same. I am well aware that a child being tortured, abused, or kidnapped can evoke a primal rage within me. But I also understand the importance of restraint and using my abilities for the greater good.

So, as I sit here, sipping my morning coffee and reading the newspaper, I blend in seamlessly with the crowd. No one suspects the power I possess or the potential I hold.

Dave began walking towards me as he's talking on his cellphone. He stops right next to me. This guy really is a f*****g i***t.

"Are you f*****g kidding me right now," Dave said angrily. "You better find them or you'll have an even bigger problem when you have to face me. I'm going to the hotel to freshen up, do not call me unless you have good news," Dave hung the phone up aggressively.

Not only is this guy a f*****g i***t but he's f*****g careless. I took my last sip of coffee and began to follow that asshole so I could get as much information as possible. As Dave began to cross the street he almost got hit by a car.

"Are you crazy, get out of the way asshole." The driver yelled furiously. Dave then continued walking. How stupid can this guy be. Why would you want to die before I kill you? He's a pain in my ass already so I'm definitely going to make this quick.

As soon as we got into the lobby, we are now waiting in line at the desk. This jackass really lost his room key.

"I'm sorry miss, this i***t almost ran me over outside and I dropped my key and I'm sure he ran it over by now can I please get another copy”

"Sir we've already replaced three keys for you when our company's policy is only at two and I won't bend the rules for you anymore"

"Please miss, I'm checking out in the morning and I'm not leaving again today, please do this last thing for me."

“You'll be checking out definitely in a couple hours for sure,” I said to myself as this i***t steady pleaded his case.

"Fine, but no more Mr. Grodini."

"Thank you beautiful I really appreciate it." Uh, this guy is a pig.

"Here you are sir, room 1536."

Bingo just what I needed. So, in order to stay unnoticed, I'll come back in a few. For now, I'll play a little game with Jackson.

Once I got to our floor, I stood in front of his door for at least five minutes. I was nervous as hell. His looks alone make a girl want to fall to her knees, but I cannot allow him to win this game. I rang the doorbell.

He then opens the door with nothing but a towel around his hips. He was still wet from the shower as water continued to run down the creases of his abs. I continued to look down, I see his print and its bigger than I even imagined. As I continued to observe him, my heart raced with anticipation. The tension in the room was palpable, but I remained steadfast in my resolve.

Without uttering a single word, I maintained eye contact with him, conveying my determination and defiance. Our silent exchange spoke volumes, a battle of wills unfolding in that brief moment. I could sense his surprise and curiosity, his usual charm rendered powerless by my unwavering gaze.

As he stood there, towel clinging to his damp skin, his expression subtly shifted as he was confident in his body. It was evident that he had not anticipated such resistance from me. I knew that this was a pivotal moment, a test of strength and resilience.

"Well, if it isn't got to go, I'm surprised to see you here come in," he moved to the side.

As I stood there, my heart raced in my chest, and my palms grew clammy. I had never felt this nervous before, not even in the most anxiety-inducing situations. It was as if the whole world had faded into the background, leaving only me and him in this surreal moment.

Jackson's presence was intoxicating, and his physical perfection surpassed my wildest imagination. Every detail, from his chiseled jawline to his well-defined muscles, was like a work of art. I found myself biting my lip, desperately trying to contain the overwhelming attraction I felt towards him.

Summoning all my courage, I finally managed to form a sentence, though it felt utterly inadequate. "Hey Jackson," I stammered, my voice betraying my inner turmoil. "I was wondering if you had some sugar?" How I wished I could have come up with something better, something that would impress him or at least initiate a meaningful conversation.

But instead of a response, Jackson simply stared at me, his eyes penetrating deep into my soul. It was as if he possessed the power to seduce with just a glance. I could feel my throat tightening, a gulp forming as I struggled to maintain my composure. The intensity of his gaze left me speechless, and I found myself yearning for some verbal affirmation, any sign that he felt the same magnetic pull I did.

However, no words escaped his lips. Silence hung heavy in the air, thick with unspoken desires and unfulfilled expectations. Yet, in that moment, I resolved not to let his silence defeat me. I refused to allow my nervousness to control the situation or my feelings.

“Are you just going to stare or are you going to go get the damn sugar?” I thought I had it all figured out until he said, "So, you think I'm sweet, huh?" His seductive reply threw me off track, making me question my initial assumptions. I had to regain my focus quickly, as I could feel myself losing ground in the situation.

"So do I need to take my business to the store or?" I questioned, trying to assert myself in the conversation. However, instead of giving a straightforward answer, he simply laughed. The sound echoed in the room, adding to the tension that was gradually building up.

As if to intensify the atmosphere further, he began to slowly walk towards me, step by step, until I found myself cornered against the wall. The proximity between us was suffocating, and I could sense the power dynamics shifting in his favor. My heart raced, knowing that I had to find a way to regain control of the situation before it slipped completely out of my grasp.

"Jackson, what are you doing?" I was shocked by the unexpected question. It caught me off guard, making my mind race to find an answer. However, instead of responding, I could feel my body beginning to feel the desire, a strange mix of curiosity and anticipation.

He noticed my reaction and took advantage of the moment. Whispering in my ear, he acknowledged the purpose of my presence, saying, "since you're here for business, let's talk business." His words sent a shiver down my spine, as I wondered what kind of game he was about to propose.

With a mischievous grin on his face, he assured me, "I'll play whatever game it is that you want to play." His confidence was captivating, drawing me further into his world. In that moment, it seemed as if we were the only two people in existence, and the outside world faded away.

He continued, his voice filled with a hint of excitement, "I won't have to worry about the neighbors knowing my name since my neighbor is the one in my bed." His words carried a sense of secrecy and intimacy, leaving me intrigued and enticed. The air between us crackled with an unspoken understanding, as we shared a moment filled with possibilities.

As Jackson's words echoed in the room, I couldn't help but roll my eyes and cross my arms, attempting to project an air of indifference. "Your pretty full of yourself huh, Jackson," I retorted, trying to downplay the impact of his words. However, his response was quick and confident. "I'm full off a lot of things, which doesn't include me inside of you either," he replied, his voice dripping with self-assurance.

Internally, I couldn't help but feel a hint of attraction towards him. "Yes, daddy," I thought to myself, my mind wandering into forbidden territory. Quickly regaining my composure, I decided to confront him about his intentions. "I'm assuming the only goal here is for you to sleep with me, right Jackson?" I asked, my tone laced with skepticism.

To my surprise, Jackson's response was more nuanced than I had anticipated. "That's not my only goal. I also want to get to know you" he replied, leaving his words hanging in the air. Although his answer piqued my curiosity, I decided to maintain my distance and not let his charm sway me.

“There's not much to tell," I replied, trying to downplay any interest in my life. "I'm pretty sure I'm a very boring person," I added shyly, hoping to discourage any further inquiry.

"Somehow I find that hard to believe," Jackson said, his curiosity piqued. He seemed determined to uncover something about me.

"I'm a very private person," I explained, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't usually reveal things about me." As I spoke, I unconsciously rubbed my arms, a nervous habit that betrayed my discomfort.

"And yet, there's nothing you could reveal about yourself that I wouldn't want to know," Jackson stated confidently, his gaze fixed on me. His words carried a certain dominance, as if he believed he had the power to unravel my secrets.

I had to breathe. He had a way with words to make you want to say yes to anything he said. He was a smooth operator. I had to get the hell out of there.

"I have to go Jackson." I said as I started walking.

"Wait, don't go." He said as he grabbed my waist. And I let him. He smelt so damn good. To feel him near me started to give me a sense of fresh air. Like it was going to become something I needed to breathe. I sighed.

“Is running away your thing?" he whispered softly in my ear. The words sent a shiver down my spine, awakening a sense of adventure within me. I turned to face him, my eyes meeting his mysterious gaze. "Yes," I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. There was something about him that drew me in, an undeniable connection that I couldn't ignore.

"I know I just met you, but I can't stop thinking about you," he confessed, his breath warm against my skin. His words caught me off guard, but I couldn't deny the flutter of excitement that filled my chest. It was as if fate had brought us together in this moment, urging us to explore the unknown.

With hesitant honesty, I replied, "I don't have anything to offer you, Jackson. I can only be your friend." I paused, contemplating the weight of my words. "With benefits," I added, a mischievous smile playing on my lips, "if you behave."

He chuckled, his laughter filling the air. "You won't regret it, sweet cakes," he assured me, his voice full of confidence. "But I'll be all yours if it leads up to..." His words trailed off, leaving a tantalizing promise hanging in the air.

"It won't." I informed him.

In this very moment, I realized I should have never walked through those doors. The anticipation and curiosity that had driven me to enter this unfamiliar territory suddenly turned into apprehension. I couldn't shake the feeling that this encounter would only serve as a distraction in my life. As of right now, I found myself caught between conflicting thoughts. I couldn't determine whether this newfound connection would bring joy or sorrow into my existence. But as they say, when you play with fire, you get burned.

"My name is Leah."

I uttered those words, hoping to establish some semblance of control over the situation. To my surprise, he released me as if he had been struck by lightning. It was as if my simple introduction had the power to startle him, leaving him momentarily speechless.

Without second-guessing my decision, I swiftly turned to the door. As I grabbed the door handle, I resisted the temptation to glance back, knowing that doing so would only keep me here longer.

Later that night, I got ready for my mission. I called Coop to tell him it was all clear so he could wipe me off the street video footage and shut down all hotel security cameras. It was finally time to put an end to this asshole.