“Good choice.” He smirked as he unlocked the jail cell.

As soon as he opened it I immediately dashed in the direction he came from, making my escape. There was no way I’d be sharing a bed with that man. Except I didn’t take into account that he would be able to catch me so quickly. I swear one second I was dashing as fast as my small little legs would take me and the next I was tackled to the floor and pinned down under his weight. All I heard was the oof! Sound I made when I got tackled echoing off the walls. He knocked my breath right out of me.

“Get off of me!” I gasped trying to get my breath back, but it felt like his weight was crushing me.

He lifted his weight off of me so I rolled around off my stomach, but that only caused his face to be right in front of mine, which is much, much worse. He put his hands on both sides of my head, once again pinning me down. I pushed at his chest to try and get him off of me, but that didn’t help any. Plus it forced me to feel the muscles in his chest, which of course made my face light up red. He has to be hiding a six pack under that shirt. A few strands of his silver hair, which is usually slicked back carefully, fell in front of his eyes as he stared at me intently. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, which made me even more frustrated. How can a guy hide his emotions so well?

I tried to look away from him, turning my face over to the side and tried to push him off again. What an awkward situation, I could feel heat radiating off of my face, I could only imagine how much I was blushing. “Ugh! What do you want?” I asked, practically slapping his chest in frustration since I couldn’t get him off of me. “Let me go!”

“You’re so dense.” He replied. What does that mean? I’m a top ranking agent, both physically and mentally in top condition. Well, mentally might be a bit of a stretch. I think I’m intelligent, but I do have trouble controlling my emotions.

“Wha-” I asked, roughly getting cut off as he grabbed my face so that he could stare into my eyes again. His face got even closer now, leaning in further than I was comfortable with, but that didn’t last long. Before I could even react his lips pressed mine and he leaned his body onto mine more. This time it didn’t feel like he was crushing me, it felt warm and a sensation like this was almost right? Almost like my body craved his and I wanted this. But I don’t right? I don’t want his lips on mine, I just want to get up and go home. Yet, I found my arms stopped trying to push him off but instead wrapping around his neck. I wanted him closer, yet at the same time as far away from me as possible. What is this feeling?

“Wait a minute!” I gasped, as his lips moved from mine and pressed gently onto my neck. His hands started exploring under my shirt for a bit.

He didn’t reply but a deep moan escaped from his throat as he started kissing me again. This time with more passion and intensity. His fingertips brushed up against my bra. 

I have to admit it, I wanted to lose my mind and accept this, just blank out and give in, but I can’t. I can’t let myself get lost in his touch. I can’t accept a villain, I need to get out of here.

“Wait!” I gasped, finally finding the strength to talk again. “Stop, we can’t do this!”

He grumbled but actually did stop and get off of me. “Fine, I won’t force you, but the agreement still stands.”

He got up off the ground and offered me a hand to help me up too. For the first time I realized how dirty the floor actually was. The back of my shirt and pants were covered in whatever filth had lined the floor. I grumbled something under my breath about this being his fault.

“You can take a shower upstairs and borrow some of my clothes.” He offered, willingly choosing to ignore some of my underbreath curses.

What was all of that just now? Why did he kiss me? I almost feel like I can’t trust him if I take him up on his offer to take a shower, but at the same time he’s not going to let me go. I can’t escape or fight him, he’s more than proven that he can take me down if he needs to, but at the same time has shown great restraint. He could have killed me instead of taking me hostage. I would prefer neither, but this is better than being killed. After I get out of here I should just retire or something, maybe take a position as a desk jockey so I stop putting myself in harm's way.

I’m going to be stuck here either way, so instead of being stuck in dirty clothes, I decided it would be a good idea to take him up on his offer. I wonder where I am anyway?