"And that's the bathroom," I say to Garth finishing the house tour. I fold my hands and lean against the wall by the bathroom door, he does the same on the opposite wall, except when he does, all the muscles in his upper body flex sending my brain into a quick frenzy that I shake off.
"So," he says
"So." I shoot back. Our eyes lock and his lips curve up slightly in a smirk. The sexual tension that immediately radiates is so strong its almost visible. "What job do you do?" I ask determined to make any noise that makes the sexual energy dissipate. By the way those amber eyes of his shift from mine to the ground, I can tell that I broke whatever train of thought he had. He clears his voice.
"I work for the same security company Reid does, just a different department."
"Which is?" "Classified." he says in some tone of finality and straightens. That was not supposed to be that sexy, but now he's towering above me, fully clothed in his all black leather jacket and jeans. "I can keep a secret Garth." it comes out in a whisper as I also stand upright and looking up into his stare. You might also jump into his pants while you're at it.
We're stuck in that gaze for some few moments right before our arms make contact with each others bodies. The crash is unexpected his reflexes kick in so quick I have a second to process what's happening.
Hot, my body is hot and I'm behind him and he's in front of me, in a fighting stance as he slowly pulls out a dagger from his right boot. Shit. It then occurs to me that my back door just exploded to smithereens that are scattered on the floor. You see what the fuck happens every time you try to get with a man, even the universe is freaking against it. As dangerous as the situation I am in is, I can't help but chuckle at the thought. "Are you seriously laughing right now?"
Garth asks his voice in a low growl but clearly laced with panic that no one would notice but somehow my brain picks up on. Ow we're in trouble trouble. My brain registers and just then, a figure dressed in all dark purple appears in the doorway. Well fuck.
The succession of events that happen next take place so quick my brain rarely has time to process. The figure moves forward with startling speed and so does Garth who doesn't hesitate when he and the figure engage in hand to hand combat. The panic in my body is at an all high but surprisingly I'm also moving quickly to the kitchen where I come to a quick halt as I find another figure in dark purple leathers. "Who. Are. You." I ask as the fear is quickly replaced by rage.
The figure starts circling me, doesn't speak but clearly seems confused based on the little head tilt it did when I ask that question. Well confused or not I am not dying today, I quickly dive under my island and retrieve the gun I have under there as the figure also makes it move. I'm back on my feet quickly and the figure wastes no time coming for me. I duck avoiding the punch and jab it in the ribs which sends it stumbling back a bit. It quickly recovers and comes at me with a series of moves that I have never seen but surprisingly my body seems to know how to counter, I find myself finishing with a lethal kick to the creature's torso that sends it crashing into my oven. I don't hesitate taking the silencer I also have fixed under my counter, I fix it to my gun quickly, aim and fire, ending the figure's life on spot.
Just then Garth also comes out of the adjacent hallway, panting heavily, his face a little scarred and bleeding. My body refuses to register him as an ally in anyway right now and slowly with a racing heart and trembling hands, I point my gun to him next.