A Tale Of Two Spies
Sexy Intrigue.
*Zayn's POV*
I sent Carter a smirk, and hid my pounding heart and clammy hands behind a calm smile and a wink.
"Yeah, it's been a minute."
Carter rolled her eyes and turned back towards the pudgy red faced man staring back and forth between us confused.
"You guys know each other?"
"Nah. We just used telepathy to learn each other's names." I joked. Carter scoffed yet didn't turn around to face me. I slid into the seat next to her and carelessly draped my arm over the back of her chair. She shifted uncomfortably before shooting me a harsh glare and a subtle middle finger.
.
"Look Ron. I'm one of the top agents in this operation, you said so yourself. I am pretty sure I can handle this case without this guy." She jabbed a finger in my direction. I shrugged and held up my hands.
"Sorry Carter. We already have booked you both down."
"This is so stupid!" Carter slammed her fists on the table before standing up and sashaying out of the room.
I loved it when she sashayed.
I followed after her. She noticed me and scrunched her features, walking into a clear, glass cubby. I slid in through the closing door and laid a hand on the wall. Carter grimaced and began rummaging through her briefcase.
"Ya know, for a top recommended spy, you sure do suck at keeping your cool."
"Fuck off Zayn. I can handle this myself."
I threw up my hands in a defensive gesture and Carter gave a hard stare, putting her hands on her small shapely waist.
"Look sweetheart, I work best alone. So how about you let the big boys handle it while you go do whatever stuff you level 20's do." I flicked my hand in the direction of the door, and ran my tongue over my bottom lip.
"We level 20's kick ass, and I'm considering handling yours." Her sharp retorts hadn't left her. But then again, neither had mine.
"My ass isn't the only thing you can handle." I broke eye contact only to look down at the crotch of my pants. She bit her lip and began ticking her fingers on her mahogany desk the way she did when she was either irratated or anxious.
"Get out of my office Zayn."
I made sure to wink at her before slipping out of the shiny glass door.
I'd give her a week or two at most before she cracked under the pressure of the sexy intrigue called myself.
I sent Carter a smirk, and hid my pounding heart and clammy hands behind a calm smile and a wink.
"Yeah, it's been a minute."
Carter rolled her eyes and turned back towards the pudgy red faced man staring back and forth between us confused.
"You guys know each other?"
"Nah. We just used telepathy to learn each other's names." I joked. Carter scoffed yet didn't turn around to face me. I slid into the seat next to her and carelessly draped my arm over the back of her chair. She shifted uncomfortably before shooting me a harsh glare and a subtle middle finger.
.
"Look Ron. I'm one of the top agents in this operation, you said so yourself. I am pretty sure I can handle this case without this guy." She jabbed a finger in my direction. I shrugged and held up my hands.
"Sorry Carter. We already have booked you both down."
"This is so stupid!" Carter slammed her fists on the table before standing up and sashaying out of the room.
I loved it when she sashayed.
I followed after her. She noticed me and scrunched her features, walking into a clear, glass cubby. I slid in through the closing door and laid a hand on the wall. Carter grimaced and began rummaging through her briefcase.
"Ya know, for a top recommended spy, you sure do suck at keeping your cool."
"Fuck off Zayn. I can handle this myself."
I threw up my hands in a defensive gesture and Carter gave a hard stare, putting her hands on her small shapely waist.
"Look sweetheart, I work best alone. So how about you let the big boys handle it while you go do whatever stuff you level 20's do." I flicked my hand in the direction of the door, and ran my tongue over my bottom lip.
"We level 20's kick ass, and I'm considering handling yours." Her sharp retorts hadn't left her. But then again, neither had mine.
"My ass isn't the only thing you can handle." I broke eye contact only to look down at the crotch of my pants. She bit her lip and began ticking her fingers on her mahogany desk the way she did when she was either irratated or anxious.
"Get out of my office Zayn."
I made sure to wink at her before slipping out of the shiny glass door.
I'd give her a week or two at most before she cracked under the pressure of the sexy intrigue called myself.
Notes
GAHHHHHHHH ZAYN!!!So is it lame that I am into my own story?
"Hot damn it, hot damn it, I'm feeling myself!!"
Or...
"Feelin myself, feelin myself, I'm feelin my...."
Both sound like a code for masturbation (that was dreadfully inappropriate, I apologize.)
Anywaysssssss.....*awkward silence*
Kissies,
Denim
@Liampayneaddict
Awww thanks :D
2/11/16