I could tell by his voice that he was not angry, but rather making a calm demand that I sit down in such a final way that I debated testing him. Instead, I sighed and dropped the gun on the floor, pushed the chair out from underneath the table, and sat in it. He sat at the foot of the table, watching me without saying anything or reacting to me dropping the gun on the floor. He just watched me for an extended period of time.
I raised my eyebrow at him, "Are you done staring?"
He said to me calmly, "I'll make you an offer, Ann. Work for me as an assassin; this is what you already are. The second part is also to work for me as a seductress. "I took a small lean back in my chair as I wanted to know what I would get out of the deal. "What am I going to get from this deal?"
"You will be alive," he told me with his expression unchanged.
I smiled at him, "No, thank you."
He responded, "It is not a negotiation." That was a definite no to me.
"You are in my territory; therefore, you do not get to choose. You are useful, and I will use you." I rolled my eyes; he was arrogant, a control freak, but extremely attractive.
"Dim will take you to your room," he stated, then turned and walked to the door.
"Hey," I shouted at him. "I'm not done talking!"
He didn't look back at all.
"Stop making this more complicated than it needs to be." I am going to struggle.
A few minutes later, there was a knock on the door. A guy wearing headphones, eating chips, and playing a game. He glanced at me for a half second before laughing out loud. "This is going to be great," he said in between gasps of air. I looked at him like he was nuts.
What is the deal with these idiots? "Just so you know, I think you are awesome," in a very humor-filled tone.
I responded to him with the very deadpan comment, "Should I be scaring myself?"
He gave me a grin, "Absolutely."
He then stood up and told me to follow. He did not bother to check to see if I was going with him or not. I choose to go the opposite way. His voice became serious when he said, "Try that again". I stopped and turned around, and he followed with "I will shoot you twice in the face with no one believing that I had done it".
So I stood still for a little bit of time before he smiled. "Please... Just come with me..." I was stunned, and hesitated for the first time.
Very interesting.
I followed him out of the room. He stopped at a door and opened it before flopping onto the bed like he owned the place. "This is your room," he said, nonchalantly. "I hope you enjoy it or don't." The room is strange. I walked into the room and looked around. It was simple, clean, big, acceptable, and straight to the bathroom.
Finally. A shower, I washed all the blood, sweat, and dirt from my body. For a moment, I took a deep breath, changed into the closet, and put on the clothing that was too big. I dressed anyway, tying my t-shirt to fit.
When I left the bathroom to go back to the room...
I stopped.
He is still there. "What are you still doing here?" I said, confused.
No answer.
Still playing his game.
"...What if I came out naked?"
He looked up.
Paused.
Laughed.
"I am married...…and you are definitely not my type." I frowned.
Very rude, then his phone rang. He looked at it and left without saying anything.
I blinked.
….are there still men like that?. Strange, I lay on the bed. Finally, I am resting
"It's going to be a long six months," I said to myself.
Not even thirty minutes later.....The door was kicked open. I was instantly alert!
"Be seated."
I shot him a dirty look. "Quit telling me what to do. And why are you in my room?"
"Somethings need discussing." I rolled my eyes, but then I crossed my arms and sat down. He dropped his gaze. For a brief moment, a very brief moment. I watched it drop.
Then I smirked.
"Eyes up here."
David's jaw clenched, but he maintained his poise as he replied, "Don't worry; there will be plenty of time for us to connect with the mission tomorrow."
I scoffed.
"Only in your wet dreams." His laughter was quiet. It made me feel slightly uneasy. For a split second, I hated how that made me feel.
"When you're done acting as if this isn't something that interests you," he said with a smirk, "I will be in my office, located on the third floor." He gestured to the red door, and then he left.
"I'm not interested," I mumbled just loud enough for him to hear me.
Then there was complete silence. I sighed. No rest, no peace, and no power or control. Are you kidding me? So I stood back up, and I fixed my clothing, and left.
Taking a long inhale of air through my mouth, I opened the red door, and I started to realize an alarming truth.
David De Luca was not someone you could infiltrate.
Because he was the kind of man who consumed you whole.