Chapter 5: The Sleepover

After I had shot and killed Samuel, the rest of my crew finished off his men. Cece and Jason took me to the infirmary in The Troublemakers headquarters and made sure I was okay and not injured. Once they made sure I was okay, I went home.

Once I was home, I plopped down on my couch with a sigh. I was not expecting that mission to be so brutal, I thought as I passed my hand through my black locks. I leaned back into my couch and closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting the calm, quiet atmosphere relax my body.

I felt a vibration next to me and I looked over to see my phone lighting up. I reached over and picked it up to see who was calling me. Oh shit.

Chandler Austin.

I reluctantly answered, not in the mood for a business conversation. I sighed.

"Hello?"

"It's 10:15." he said slowly. Huh? I pulled my phone from my face and looked at the time. It is 10:15. What does that have to do with anything? Suddenly, a reminder popped up Rmembr dinner at 8 w/ Chan.

I slapped my forehead and groaned. How could I forget something so simple.

"Damn I'm so sorry Mr. Austin I totally forgot! I got caught up with some um, family business?" I rushed a reply.

"Mhm yea of course, is that a question or a statement?" he asked me, obviously not believing me.

"Its a statement, I promise I will remember next time and warn you before if I won't be able to make whatever we plan." I promised, crossing my fingers hoping he doesn't fire me. Not that it would stop me of course.

"Good because next time is now. I still need to tell you what to do because tomorrow start your actual first day of work. I'll text you my address and I expect you to be at my door in the next ten minutes." he said, and hung up right after.

Well then, not salutations or anything. Whatever.

I took off my body suit and put on a tank top and some leggings and made my way over to his house.

I pulled up to Chandler's house, correction, mansion. His house was massive and a pretty red color. I got out of car and walked up to his door, ringing the doorbell.

Chandler opened the door and I almost swooned. He was in basketball shorts and no shirt, his muscular body all out for the world to see. His jet black hair was messy and tousled like he just got done running or something.

"You're late." he stated, frowning down on me. Yes DOWN, I mean he is pretty tall standing at 6'5" compared to my own height of just 5'8". I saw his strong chiseled jaw clench as he spoke.

"Am not! You said be at your door in the next ten minutes and I was on your porch in nine. You just opened the door at 10 minutes and 59 seconds." I corrected him, placing my hands on my hips and cocked my head to the side.

He leaned against the door frame, causing his biceps to flex. Mouthwatering. Dammit snap out of it Terri, I thought to myself, shaking my head to get rid of the thoughts. Chandler opened the door wider.

"Whatever, come in. We have a lot to discuss." he said, moving out of the way so that I could walk in.

I walked in and my mouth dropped at the beauty of the house. It opened into a large foyer, with a huge chandelier hanging in the middle of the ceiling. Stairs swirled on the left and right of me, elegantly spiraling up to the second floor. I continued to walk and walked straight into the huge living room that had a plasma smart tv. I could definitely live in this house.

"You like?" Chandler asked, walking up behind me. I turned halfway, smiling at him in awe.

"I love it! Your house is very beautiful." I breathed out, looking into his piercing emerald green eyes. He stared into my ocean blue eyes and took a step closer to me. I broke eye contact looking away and cleared my throat. He stepped back and cleared his throat too, scratching his head from the awkwardness.

"Alright, sooo are you gonna tell me my job requirements, or..." I trailed off, while walked towards his love seat. I sat down and patted the spot next to me. Chandler walked over and sat down in the recliner next to the love seat. Playing it safe I see.

"Your job Terri, is to basically keep track of everything that I do in my life. From my business meetings to when I go to bed. You will travel everywhere with me and be by my side at all times. Sometimes, well most of the time you will be working overtime and will have to sleep here when you can't make it home. I already set up the guest room for you. You can check it out later when you actually have to sleep in it. You- Terri! Are you even listening to what I'm saying?" he suddenly stopped talking, and asked me.

The whole time I was paying attention to his washboard abs that were clenching every time he spoke.

"Maybe I should put a shirt on so you won't be so distracted huh." Chandler said, while grinning and raised an eyebrow. I finally looked up at his face and laughed, waving him off.

"Oh no no no you are perfectly fine, I'm fine, I'm good, I'm paying attention I swear. I can multitask, don't worry." I said, winking. He shook his head and chuckled.

"Alrighty then, I think that's all. Your job is pretty easy, complicated, but easy." He yawned and got up, sitting back down on the larger couch. He patted the space next to him.

"Come on, come sit next to me and lets watch a movie." He patted the spot next to him again. I laughed as I walked over and plopped down next to him, making him jump up a little from the bounce. He grabbed the remote and turned on the tv, scrolling through the different movies.

"What do you wanna watch?" he asked me, looking at me with tired eyes. I just snatched the remote away from him and clicked on my favorite movie. Magic Mike. He groaned and rolled his eyes.

"Of course you would pick that movie." he chuckled shaking his head.

"What? Its a really good movie! And Channing Tatum is sexy as fuck of course." I said, laughing as his face scrunched up at my statement.

"Whatever." he said as the movie started playing. He picked up a different remote and dimmed the lights. This is very relaxing. Even though we just met, he's putting his full trust in me and treating me like we've known each other for a while. No, no. I closed my eyes and took in a huge breath. I cannot in any circumstances develop any feelings towards him.

None. At. All.

I looked up at Chandler. He was actually into the movie, concentrating on what was happening on the screen. That made me smile a little bit. I guess a little friendship feeling won't hurt.

I scooted closer to him and snuggled under his arm, laying my head on his muscular chest. He froze, not sure of what to do. After a little time passed by, he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer to his chest. I was comfortable and could definitely get used to this feeling.

I haven't had this feeling in a long, long time. Sighing, I snuggled even deeper into his embrace, the movie slowly becoming a blur.

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I heard birds chirping and the sound of someone mowing their lawn. Things that I don't hear at my place. I slowly opened my eyes and stretched, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. That was the best sleep I had in a while.

I heard someone groan as I was stretching and stopped, and looked down. I was laying on top of someone. Male. No shirt. Sexy abs.

I looked down at myself and saw that I was only wearing my very sexy Victoria's secret bra. I didn't even want to see if I had any pants on.

"Aw shit." Chandler groaned. I looked up at him and saw that he was looking at my bra too. What. The. Fuck.

"Umm, what happened last night?" I whispered to Chandler, looking around at the messy bed.

He was about to answer when his door suddenly opened.

"Hey babe, time to get ready remember you promised tha-OH MY GOD!" Stacy gasped, her eyes wide, dropping her purse and covering her mouth in shock.

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