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Working for the DSO was already proving to be a pain in your ass. It’s only been a few weeks at your new job and they’re already assigning you to a different location. You kicked one of the many empty cardboard boxes littering your luxury apartment floor. The move would get you a pay raise but at what price? You’d no longer have the comfort of working in an office because you were being promoted to a field agent. Before being assigned to the DSO, you were a special agent in the FBI. Your area of expertise was developing investigative leads and tracking down wanted fugitives or unidentified individuals. Not to mention you had a wicked shot with a long range rifle…but it had been a few years since you were actually out on the field. Typically you were behind the scenes coordinating and interviewing suspects after they were detained.
The DSO must be lacking in agents if they were sending you off to fight. You were still young in your career and honestly pretty average at it. Most days you hated your job but you had acquired the taste for an expensive lifestyle and this new salary would provide that.
You should probably find a shooting range to go practice at before your first day. Handguns were usually your weakness and of course that was the weapon they sent you. It wasn’t heavy but it fit awkwardly in your hands. The ejection button for the magazine barely stuck out so you had cut your thumb a few times messing around with it.
A vibration from your phone interrupted your thoughts.
H: ‘Come over?’
‘You know I just moved in. I have a lot to do.’
H: ‘You deserve a break before your big day tomorrow’
‘I’m not spending the night’
H: ‘See you soon’
You groan and toss your phone onto the couch after sending the last text. Henry had joined the FBI around the same time you did. He was always assigned with you and some kind of relationship formed. Henry was only a few years older than you and objectively an attractive man. Your expectations of the relationship had been much higher than his. It was only after he took your virginity that he told you he wanted nothing serious. Eachtime you told yourself no more yet you were always giving in and finding yourself underneath him.
Many nights you had used him as a distraction…and tonight would be one of those nights. Blowing off some steam might help with your nerves or make them worse. You walked into the bathroom and sighed softly. Why did you get the apartment specifically modeled for couples? The extra room was nice but it only reminded you of the one thing you couldn’t buy.
After freshening up, you took the elevator down to the private parking garage. The most precious thing you owned was parked in the back corner of the lot. A black BMW M3 model with led headlights and dark leather interior. It was the first thing you bought with your starting bonus. The roar of the engine aroused you more than what you were probably about to experience with Henry. No…think good thoughts-
The drive was peaceful, no one else was on the road. It was about a half hour to Henry’s house and of course I had to talk to a security guard to be let through the gate. His house was just about as obnoxious as he was. Super modern and three luxury cars lining the driveway. You don’t know who he was fucking to get that kind of pay but it certainly wasn’t you.
The vibration from your phone distracted you once again. You shut off the engine and look down at the screen. An email from someone with a DSO email address…Leon S. Kennedy. Great, you’re already getting paragraphs of information the night before you’re even on the clock. You swipe out of the email and tuck your phone into your pocket, that can wait a few hours.
Henry is already standing by the massive front door when you climb up the steps. He’s shirtless of course but he’s not hard to look at. His job demands him to stay in shape and he’s always excelled in that area. He chuckles and uncrosses his arms, “Why the pouting already?”
You shove your purse into his chest and step by him to get inside, “Same bedroom as last time or did you add a new one?”
He catches your purse and sets it down by some fancy vase, “Same one unless you finally want to indulge on the balcony.?”, he trailed off hopefully.
God, when is he going to give that up? “You’re lucky I’m even walking up these stairs right now”, you call back over your shoulder. The sounds of his footsteps follow up closely behind you.
“Sounds like a no makeout kind of night?”, he huffed as you both entered the large master bedroom.
A glass of unfinished whiskey sits on the nightstand. You bring the liquid to your lips and toss it back. Warmth spreads from your throat down to your stomach, “We’ll see”.
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Moonlight filters into the room through the half-drawn curtains. A painting hung on the closet wall facing you. After every hookup you tried to figure out what the hell it was. Birds, flowers, a naked woman? Knowing Henry it probably was. His cheek is pressed against your back and his arm is draped over your waist. It was a little suffocating.
Yet another set of vibrations rattled against the hard wood floor. You freeze as Henry pulls away from you and rolls onto his side. The resumed steadiness of his breathing tells you he’s still asleep. Carefully, you shimmy yourself closer to the edge of the bed to grab your phone off of the floor.
Anxiety settles in your chest as you stare at another email notification. You hurriedly tap the screen so you can view it. The first line is addressed to your name specifically.
“I see you have viewed my previous email without replying. It is crucial that you read over the information before your first assignment. I understand you are accustomed to leading investigations on your own schedule but we are on a strict timeline. I expect you to be knowledgeable on the subject during our first meeting tomorrow. As you know, privacy is an utmost priority so we will be meeting in my office. If you read my first email, there will be more details pertaining to how to obtain entrance to the building and finding your way around. Be prepared. See you at 7am sharp, cadet.
-Leon. S Kennedy”
You blink in astonishment reading the last word of the email. Cadet? Cadet is lowest fucking rank you could be in this job. He must’ve read your profile incorrectly or he’s already trying to piss you off. How were you supposed to work with someone like that? Wait…7 in the morning?!
Your eyes dart to the time on your phone…it’s already one in the morning. “Fuck…”, you growl as you push yourself up off of the bed. You furiously start getting dressed while Henry watches you in a half-awake state.
“Leaving already?”, he draws out with a yawn. “You seem amped up…it’s pretty sexy”.
“Shut up and go back to sleep”, you reply sharply as you slip your jacket on.
“Kiss goodbye?”, he's sitting up now and rubbing his head with a smug look on his face.
You stomp over to his side of the bed and to his surprise kiss him deeply. He parts your lips with his tongue and swipes it along the roof of your mouth. For a moment you both battle each other for dominance. Your teeth bite down hard on his bottom lip as you pull away. You pat the side of his face and turn to leave before he could try to grab you.
“Woah- hold on! You can’t leave after that”, he called out pitifully as he followed you out of the room.
You jogged down the steps and snatched your purse off the decorative table, “I have some reading to do. Goodnight!”. He just barely makes it to the front door before you slam it close behind you. What a great way to start your new job.