Oh my god!
Of course I’m not wearing a bra. This is so embarrassing. Nope, it’s worse than embarrassing. This is humiliating. Wait, no, what’s worse than humiliating?
I mean, okay fine, admittedly I am one of those girls who doesn’t have too much to worry about in that department, but still! This is mortifying. Why did I not just take two extra minutes to find a bra!? What is wrong with me!?
Oh god please don’t notice, Cute Soldier, please don’t notice!
All of a sudden he stopped pacing and stared hard at me with his intense wolf-like eyes. I couldn’t help but hold my breath. My legs stopped dangling and I instinctively put my hands behind me, letting them rest on the desk. With me sitting and him standing, we faced each other squarely.
“Listen,” he started, “you did not deserve that. My day has had a terrible turn for the worse since I last saw you and it has nothing to do with you and—are you actually not wearing a bra?”
And now I’m going to die.
Thirteen
Axel
We both burst out laughing and she buried her face in her hands.
“Oh my gawd I want to die,” she squealed.
It was cute as hell.
“You must be from California or something, girl,” I laughed. “Or a damn hippie commune. This is a US Military Base in the middle of the biggest danger zone on the planet and you’re walking around like it’s girls’ summer camp.”
She kept her hands over her face but I could see was smiling and giggling, “I am from California!”
“Of course you are,” I couldn’t help but laugh.
I was glad as hell the mood had lightened. I didn’t mean to be such a jerk—thinking of the mission I’d soon be going on.
Precious cargo…
Micro level…
Compromised…
Fucking hell…
Still, I pride myself on not letting the job affect how I treat people. Especially this girl, she was intriguing that’s for sure. Now that the tension had been somewhat diffused she switched gears and started to tease me.
“So you figured me out, I’m a no-bra wearing California girl. Now, Chaperone… let me figure you out…” she mused, “I know… you’re a Westpoint grad with a fake hate-on for authority ‘cause you think girls like that bad boy crap, you think that makes you a badass. Am I getting close?”
“Mmmm, not quite,” I couldn’t help but smile.
Who was this gutsy girl?
She seemed funny, and a smartass, and wild, like me. I liked it, but to be honest, it scared me a little.
“So enlighten me,” she said as she leaned back on the desk—I don’t think she realized she was showing off her amazing form.
She swung her legs back and forth and a little beaded anklet just above her white Converse caught my eye. I wondered what it would like to kiss her ankles and tanned legs. They looked so smooth and soft. I felt drawn to her—but not just because of the way she looked. There was something about her. She was honest and authentic. Even the fact that she was so embarrassed about the bra thing was damn sexy—not that I minded. She had the perfect All American Girl body. Nothing too big, nothing too small, just… wow I was really attracted to this girl… I must have stared a little too long because she teased me again, “attention Soldier, I’m talking to you.”
“Ha, sorry,” I blushed. “What do you want to know?”
“Literally everything,” she said with confidence. “Start from the beginning and take me right up to the point where you were being a total ass to me today.”
“I deserve that,” I smiled.