Page 38 of Assistant to the Assassin

“I think you’re doing a very good job,” Henry says, staring down at me with his arms crossed. “Better than most recruits in the Army. None of them have your level of determination and strive to improve.”

I glare up at him. “So what you’re saying is ‘you get an A for effort’?”

He pauses, then chuckles to himself. “I guess I am. Would it make you feel better if I gave you a gold star?”

“Don’t patronize me!” I pout like I really am a student who just failed a test.

“Okay, how about something far more fun? Another game, like we did the other day.”

I stare up at him through squinted eyes. “Go on…”

“For doing such a good job,” Henry begins, the timbre of his voice lowering to a sultry rumble, “I will play out one scenario or fantasy that you’ve had about me, about us.”

I sputter, not having expected this conversation to head down such a naughty path. “I don’t know what you mean.”

He gives me a knowing stare. “You’re telling me that with all your pornographic fanfictions that you never pretended it was you and me, not the characters written on the page?”

Cheeks now flaming, I bashfully look down at the mat I still sit upon. “I don’t think you should open up Pandora’s box like that. I have years of fantasies backlogged in my head, most of them involving some kind of roleplaying, and I highly doubt that’s your thing.”

“Doesn’t matter. This is your gold star, and I will play out anything you want me to.”

Such power is dangerous for me to have, and already my mind is flipping through different fantasies like pages of a dirty novel. It’s hard to pick just one, especially one that Henry might actually enjoy doing. This may be my prize but I want him to have some fun too.

After some moments of contemplation, I push myself off the floor and stand toe to toe with him, keeping my eyes locked with his as I divulge one of my longest-standing fantasies.

“You discover that I betrayed you,” I tell him. “You tie me to a chair and begin interrogating me for information. You’re angry, there’s fire in your eyes, and you get increasingly agitated that I won’t talk. So, as a last-ditch effort to break me, you lick my pussy until I’m on the brink of coming, but then you deny me my release over and over again.”

I watch gleefully as Henry’s pupils widen, hunger filling his features. “You want me to torture you with my tongue?”

I nod. “And I really want you to get into it. There’s something about seeing you all fired up and aggressive that makes me really horny.”

“That’s not normal, you know that, right?”

I shrug, slowly linking my fingers with his. “I just find it appealing in the bedroom, you going all ‘cold-hearted-killer’ on me. But outside the bedroom, I like you being a grumpy teddy bear.”

If looks could kill, the one Henry is giving me right now would have ended me right then and there. “I’m not a teddy bear.”

“Says the guy who wants me to spoon him every night.”

Henry’s cheeks redden at that. “So what exactly is the context of this fake betrayal?”

“Maybe you find out I stole all of your money, or maybe I became an informant for the FBI, who are trying to take you down.”

Henry nods, taking this perspective role very seriously. “How do you want to begin?”

I brush past him, heading towards the exit of the gym. “I’m going to be in the office, doing some important work for a new mission of yours. Wait five minutes and then come in to confront me about what I did.”

I put a little sway into my hips as I leave Henry behind, hoping to be a bit of a tease. Once I’m out of sight, I sprint to my room and change out of my workout clothes and into a pink dress with daisies, forgoing my panties to make me more accessible.

I casually walk into the office and sit in the chair behind the big computer monitor, mindlessly scrolling through camera feeds and clicking random keys on the keyboard, my whole body humming with excitement.

After a few minutes of pretending to be productive, I notice Henry standing in the doorway from his backlit reflection in the screen. He’s leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed, staring me down intently.

I turn around in my chair, giving him an innocent smile. “Why are you lurking over there?”

He doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare. His expression is cold, his posture hard, but his eyes are molten with heat, his pupils wide and transfixing. It’s like I’m staring into the void.

He slowly approaches me, locking his arms behind his back. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

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