Shit. he's closer than I thought. Damn his super human powers. There's a reason they're called spys.

“Well I wouldn't be a pain in your ass if you just came and worked for us. We've got cookies and beds to sleep on.”

It was the only thing that I told myself to remember that I'm on the good side. That we don't need much and that it keeps us humble and obedient. 

I never liked that part but that's always what the teachers told me. 

“Oh? What about freedom?'' I can feel his breath on my neck now. He's right behind me. I need to get out of here. Now.

“When was the last time you enjoyed what you were doing? When was the last time you went for a cup of coffee with a boy crush? Or even a girl crush? Or is that not allowed with you supers?” 

He was right in a few things there. We aren't allowed to show ourselves in the real world except on missions. And same sex attraction is forbidden because of the lack of offspring from the relations. I hate being called a super and he knows it. 

“Why are you here? Just to tell me I'm on the wrong side?”

“Actually-” I then feel a sharp metal point brush my spine. The one part I hated about this dress, a open back as is stylish now. “I'm here on business this time.”

“When are you not?”

 I can't help but feel a rise of excitement at the chase and run between us. Getting out of this would be another entry in the mental journal that is our meetings. 

“The teachers lounge. Now.” I see the door he was talking about and walk, slowly, through the door, him still holding the knife to my back. He holds it in the most sensitive spot on my back. Spys are skilled at finding those small spots to exploit. But all he was causing was adrenaline to pulse through me. 

The room is dark, but I know exactly where he is. And as soon as the door closes I make my move.

I flip around with the speed of the now ripples of adrenaline and excitement flowing through me, throwing the knife somewhere away from us and pin him down to the floor. 

My dress covers most of his body as he stares at me. His eyes penetrate my soul and seak my deepest desires. 

A light from the window illuminates only his face and mine, my arm at his throat threatening to crush him right there. 

But that would be against the plans I was given. Against the reason I was here. I'm supposed to be halfway back to the dorms by now. 

Instead I'm straddling a man from the other side that I've given a nickname like princey to. 

I lean close to his face, to have him get a good look at my face before I knock him out to be brought back with me.

Instead he leaps forward and catches my lips with his. 

And I don't squirm. In fact I don't let his lips go. Instead my lips beg for more of him. 

My whole body aches for him. 

And he can tell. He aches for my body too.

Just like every man does. 

My arms wrap around his neck and shoulders trying to bring him even closer to me than he already was. His hands roam my thighs around him, rubbing away every piece of my responsibility away with waves of not just adrenaline now, but ecstasy. 

He grabs my arms and with the speed of a spy he flips me over. But instead of hurting me, instead of leaving me to be found, he traces my curves, climbing under my dress. 

A moan escapes me as I feel his knees and hands exploiting every small sensitive part of me. 

This is supposed to be my job. Women with the surem are supposed to be seductresses and insane. But the supers don't swing like that. They are pure in nature. 

And apparently sex is dirty to them. That doesn't stop teens in the dorm. Or what I'm about to do now.

He is as alluring as I am, and he wants me. We've forgotten who’s seduced who at this point, but there is no rhyme or reason to our feelings. 

And just like that I'm striping his jacket off, then his shirt. He goes to unzip my dress, strip it off of me but I stop him. Even if I didn't believe I was doing something wrong the indoctrination of the supers still stuck in my head. 

If I could keep this one thing I could tell myself that he hadn’t won quite yet. 

He doesn't care as he pulls his pants off. 

We’re standing again in this dark classroom, kissing each other as if our lives depended on it. His hand slides up my back, leading me to a table and without skipping a beat I'm sitting on it with my skirt hiked up around me. 

His hand moves behind my head to my hair. We’re so close, so close to starting something we can’t ever truly reverse. 

Until I feel a small pinch of a needle and he sees flashing lights, signifying an ambulance, or what would be my escape with the dead kid in the back were it not for my inability to move.

By the time we heard people getting out of the ambulance I couldn't even keep myself sitting up. Instead I lean against Lucians shoulder as he looks around for a place to hide. He had drugged me. 

The moment this wears off I’m kicking his ass so bad he won't remember he's a spy. 

He lays my head down lightly on the table, picking up his clothes and climbing into them quicker than I could have gotten them off of him.

Then he picks me up and starts walking. My dress obscures my eyes so I have no idea where he's taking me. 

At this point he could have just kidnapped me. Instead he sets me by the door I came through, takes out a pen, and writes something on my back I can't make out. And he leaves me. Paralized on the floor, with something that might get me killed written on my back. 

A few minutes later the door opens and I'm greeted by not only my superior but someone I hadn't seen in a long while.

My dad.