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Iris has single-handedly made herself far too easy to take advantage of by opening up her legs and emotions to me. She doesn’t know it, but I can already tell that she seeks male approval constantly in her line of work. Maybe that approval has more to do with her defiance of them, but at the end of the day, I bet she just wants one of those guys to fuck her over their desks, just like I did.
Except I’m the one who did it.
Whether she trusts them or not, the men in her life haven’t been giving her what she needs for long enough that she’ll take all nine inches of me without question.
So far, all I’ve had to do is imply that I would be willing to take her. She jumped into my lap like I was the cure for death, and she was more enthusiastic and willing than any woman I’ve ever been with.
I schedule a meeting with her an hour or so before she usually goes to bed. I’ve heard that decisions are made more easily after sleeping, so I’m under the impression that she’ll say yes more confidently if she’s had the chance to think about it.
There are risks, sure. But when haven’t there been? Her very presence in my home is a risk to her. I’ve been raided before, both by law enforcement and by rival gangs. She knew exactly what she was signing up for, and now the stakes are in her favor.
I’ve decided to meet with her in the kitchen to help her feel more at ease during the conversation. If we’re in my office, she’ll be too tense. The grey, corporate feeling of the room plus the sex we just had will have her attention elsewhere. For once, I don’t want her to be thinking of sex.
She enters the kitchen, weary from writing all day as she’s finally started her article. I wasn’t sure if she was actually going to write it at this point, and I doubt I would have cared, but it did take her a long time to get started.
I allow her to make herself a cup of tea before beginning our meeting, and she sits down cautiously across from me as the smell of chamomile fills the air around us.
“Listen, I don’t want to keep you long. This doesn’t need to take up a lot of time, but I’ll need an answer by tomorrow,” I say, keeping my voice down as every faint whisper of my voice bounces around the room and into the hallways.
“Oh? What is it?” she asks, her eyes full of wonder and excitement at the possibility of another assignment from me. I’m sure she’s just looking for reasons to be around me at this point, and I struggle not to present this to her without feeling opportunistic.
“Don’t say no just yet. I think you might be into it. So... the man who was in charge of the sex trafficking ring, Vitale, has killed a girl. He’s framing me for it, and now I know for a fact that he’s still operating in the city with the local girls. We need to collect evidence that he’s doing this, and I need a seasoned journalist to go undercover,” I reply, adding in the last bit to see if she folds from simple compliments.
Her eyes light up at first, but then become narrow and skeptical. “Um, I mean, that sounds cool and everything, but... I’m really not sure if I can justify it. I was already almost sold to a foreign country by his men, men that weren’t even leading the operation. I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep myself calm around him if he’s the one calling all the shots.”
I knew she would be hesitant for just that reason, and I’m not about to let her say no without understanding how important this could be to both of us.
“I understand that, I do. But what I need you to understand is that I’ll be the one who is truly in charge of this situation. He won’t assume a thing if he’s facing a pretty, young, naïve woman instead of an undercover mercenary. It’ll be much easier to keep you safe.”
She’s staring at me with nervous, uncertain energy. I can see in her eyes that she wants to do it – the part of her that loves her work would move mountains if she got the chance to write about it. But the self-preservation in her is loud, and it’ll be even more difficult to convince after what she went through.
“Do you trust me?” I ask, setting my hands on the table in front of me.
There’s a brief pause, and I watch her fight herself for the answer before she says a single thing. She knows that she needs to trust me. It’s in her best interest to trust me. Whether she goes through with this or not, it would be unwise for her to have this kind of history with a well-known mafia member that she was too wary of.
“Yes, I do. It’s just that I’m not sure I trust myself to do the job well. I mean, I froze when you and your men stormed the warehouse when I was on that platform. I function terribly in stressful situations,” she replies, sipping her tea as a means of breaking up the awkwardness.
“You don’t need to carry anything. You’ll just be a pawn, essentially a doll. All you need to do is convincingly act like you’re a young woman with nowhere to go, so he’ll view you as a target. Do you think you can do that for me?” I ask as I watch her eyes grow larger.
She exhales heavily, setting down her tea as she waits for it to cool. “What if he drugs me and kidnaps me? Whether I’m a human or a doll in your plan, I’m still a living, breathing woman who is selling myself as weak and naïve. He could choose to take advantage of me in ways that you won’t be able to act in time to prevent.”
I know she isn’t going to like this next part.
“Okay, so here’s the thing. I have a doctor who has gotten hold of the same technology that can be used to track endangered animals. It’s implantable and the healing time is minimal. It sounds scary, I get it, but it’ll ensure that you’re safe throughout the entire mission.”
“Oh, no fucking way. I can’t do that. I’m sorry,” she says, laughing in disbelief at the suggestion. “If you want someone to take a microchip in their arm to prove you innocent, you’ll have to pay a hell of a price for it.”
“Fine. You can stay here indefinitely if you do this for me. You’ll never have to go back to a tiny apartment a block away from a hospital and a Waffle House. I know you’ve been enjoying the lifestyle you’ve gotten used to here, so why give it up?” I reply, watching her expression change as the offer settles in.
“Matteo, that’s... you just want me to stay here? Really? Without paying for anything?” she asks, another note of disbelief but for an entirely different reason.
“Yes. I’ve enjoyed having you around the house, and there’s nobody I’d rather have to carry out this mission than you. I don’t trust anyone else like I trust you, and it’ll take too long for me to train someone else,” I reply, my voice standing on the edge of a confession and a lie.
Another long pause from her before I see that familiar, bright smile cross her face. “Okay, yes. Fine. I’ll do it. But you’d better not go back on your word.”
As if she would ever have it in her to threaten me.
I’ll let her for now, but I might not at a later time. I hope she recognizes the gift of my grace. So many have been unfortunate not to meet it.
