I swallow, searching for words. None of them seems pretty fitting, however, so I stay silent.
He stands, adjusting his thick cock beneath his pants.
Momentarily, I remember what he tastes like and lick my lips.
He takes me in another moment before stalking toward the door. "I have work to do. Try not to be a distraction."
Work.
Is he planning another kill?
Or is he planning my death?
I realize he's shown his hand. Calling me what he just did means I was a distraction to him. I lured him in here, even if it didn't go just as I planned.
On some level, I do have the upper hand, and if I play it correctly, I might live.
Others might live.
20
Koen
"Good job on that last assignment,” Joseph says through the speaker phone as I lay it down on the desk.
My eyes are glued to the enigmatic Greer, who's now tucked under the covers like a secret.
Shifting in my seat, I wish I could get my body to chill the fuck out. My cock throbs behind my jeans, reminding me of my pretty little poison, her body spread on the bed, playing with herself before my cameras.
"Are you there?" Joseph says, pulling my eyes away from watching Greer sleep. They flick to the screen of my phone.
"Yeah. I'm here. Why are you calling?"
Joseph, my handler, never calls unless something's up or I've fucked up, usually the latter.
"Not happy to hear from me?"
"Not really, no. Spill it. What's the issue?"
"We have another job coming up for you, but the boss told me to rein you in."
I scoff with a snort. "As if you could."
Joseph’s low chuckle speaks to how close we've gotten over the years. "He wants to ensure this next one's put to bed quietly and done by the books."
That's code for 'Don't cut them up and leave them in the woods, Koen.’
"What makes this one so special?" I ask, running my finger over some dust on my keyboard.
The urge to tell Joseph to fuck off and march into my room and fuck this energy out of my bones is thick, and I'm trying my hardest to ignore it.
"You'll see when you get the mark. I'll send it over in the morning."
"Is that all?" I sneer, sitting back, adjusting my cock in my jeans, my touch lingering a bit too long and causing more blood to harden it more.
I tug it again, hissing under my breath as I snap my gaze to Greer, who's turned over in her sleep, one of her breasts visible.
"Yeah. That's it. Hey, you alright, man? I know you've been working a lot lately, but you sound more tired than usual."
