chapter 6

Midnight

The door to the room was jerked open; revealing the frame of a someone she would stare the hell at if he wasn't a cop and also a very challenging one. Jet Black hair; cold brown eyes; defined jaw; perched nose; perfect collar bone and a spicy mint cologne.

He halted on his feet; surprise almost lingering inside his eyes as he glanced at her with something else that she couldn't read.

"Close the door behind you"

She smiled; throwing herself off the window pane with her eyes fixed on the way his hands slowly tightened again on the knob; obviously; not wanting to be left alone in a room with an assassin but then his eyes fell to the gun in her hands; causing him to oblige.

"Hello"

She greeted him with a pair of her dimples; taking place at either side of her face. Her boots creaked over the tiles of his room. Catwalking steadily and slowly swaying her hips until she arrived an inch away from him.

she rose the gun to rest on the perfect spot on his chest. She grinned.

"Isn't this when they say that I bit the hand that fed me?"

He was quiet; watching her movement calculatively and thoughtfully with nothing particular on his face. He almost looked as though he was tolerating her crap until he couldn't anymore and if she kept this up a little longer; he was perhaps; going to jerk the gun out of her grip and deal with her.

It was a silent threat taking place at the centre of his cold eyes but she wasn't one to back down. "Missed me?"

She whispered; tracing her guns down his shirt; it almost stopped on his manhood when he used his right hand to stop it from moving. "Who are you?"

His tone was harsh and sharp and definitely enough to retard anyone from messing around but she wasn't going to do that simply because he wasn't aware of what amount of curiosity he was igniting in her.

"Didn't you just call me Midnight just now?"

She whispered in a grin, using her fingertips to play with the edges of his shirts, daring to unbotton the hooks around his ties. She did.

She got rid of the first button, and then the second, pausing on that and looking back at his brown eyes, he was somewhat quiet, pinning a glare at her probably because she still had a gun in her hands or whatever. She didn't know why.

She loosened his tie a bit, and tracing the tips of his chest, there was a great amount of heavenly warmth but soon, he was stopping her again with his hands.

"You really want to die?"

"Die?"

Her grin widened. "You didn't kill me yesterday so why would you do it now?"

Her words were figurative as her fingers busied themselves with tracing the tips of his chest again; drawing perfect circles of warmth against it. She pouted; threatening to lean herself into him and she could feel him suck in his breath–either from anger; annoyance or whatever. She didn't exactly care.

"I bet you regret letting me go now"

He was quiet; meeting the glow inside her ocean eyes. There was a flicker of something else when she uttered. "Should I make you regret it more?"

She tempted to rest the warmth of her bosom against the front of his chest, but he was faster; jerking her behind. She smiled; yet innocently; looking at the way his face was expressionless and his brown eyes which were anything but amused.

"What are you doing here?"

He uttered very seriously causing her to wonder if he was really not clouded even a bit by her beauty.

I doubted it.

"Isn't that why you saved me?"

She blurted out; a little flicker of something falling on her face. She scuffed. "Detective Wells Jackson"

"Prove that it isn't "

She dared him again stretching out her weapon for him to grab but this time; he wasn't stuck at a point and watching her escape like the other day instead; he was doing the opposite of what she thought he would. His feet left the side of the door; coming somewhat closer to her with something else lacing inside his eyes.

"Midnight"

He breathed; a crease coming between his brows. "Who did you kill today?"

His voice was strong; angry and the more he stared at the blood stains on her clothes and down to her arms; he looked like he was going to be the one gunning her down instead.

"Are you even a lady? Women shouldn't be this vicious"

He spat at her silence.