The Assassin's Weakness

Chapter 2

Paityn's POV:

    "Looks like we are here."  I heard him say as I felt him slow down and pull over.

    "You can open your eyes now."  He said as he laughed.

    I slowly pulled my face away from his body and peeked out at our location.  I was very surprised to see that we were parked by the law office that I needed and not in an abandoned warehouse somewhere by the river or loading docks.  I mean we are in a no-parking zone but at least we are here.

    "I can wait for you if you like."  He asked when I stepped off of the bike and onto the sidewalk, stumbling again because I forgot the one shoe was broken.

    "Why would you do that?"  I asked and turned back around to look at him.

    Yeah, he is definitely not my type.  The way that he looks sitting on that bike just tells me that whatever he does for a living is not legal.  s**t Paityn!  Really?  You're married, you shouldn't be looking at him as if you were seeing if he ranked high enough for a repeated affair!

    "Well, for one, you probably should be taken to get another pair of shoes, and two, I'm sure I will get you back to work in time so you don't lose your job."  He said with a half-smirk on his face because his scar restricted the movement of his lip a little.

    Was he flirting with me?  Do I want him to flirt with me?  What!  No, definitely not!  I just turned quickly and almost ran into the building the best that I could.  My body practically bounced up and down as I went through the hallway but I didn't care what anyone thought.  I just quickly walked through the lobby to the elevators and pushed the button.  I pushed it again and again trying to get it to move a little faster.  I needed to get up there quickly but for some reason, I felt as if I was running from that man.

    "Come on."  I practically growled at it with clenched teeth.

    As soon as the doors opened, I practically leaped into the elevator and spun around, and hit floor five as fast as I could.  I let out a sigh of relief when the doors started to close and no one managed to get in with me.  I needed my moment alone to calm myself down.

    My eyes widened in shock and I sucked in a deep breath when that man that gave me a ride over here slid between the closing doors.  I really felt short now compared to him because I was standing on the shoe with no heel and I stepped back, hitting my back on the wall behind me as the elevator started its lift up.

    "You know....."  He said in a deep tone and hit his fist on the emergency stop button on the elevator panel.

    I gasped and quickly looked back up at him in fear.  I knew it.  I just knew it!  He's going to slaughter me here in this elevator at a law office of all places!

    "You should be more careful who you are a rude b***h to."  He said in a sinister voice and took a step closer to me.

    "Like you're any less of a bitch."  I blurted out and he just laughed.

    I looked over again at the elevator panel to see if there was a call for help button but I jumped a little when he spoke again, now using a more dominating voice.

    "I wouldn't think about it if I was you."  He said more sternly as he placed his hand on the wall over my head and leaned into me

    I almost had a disgusted look on my face when I smelled the scent of cigarettes on his breath.  My father died of lung cancer and my mother is currently on oxygon all because they were heavy smokers.  I vowed that I would never pick up a cigarette or get involved with a man who smoked.  I got lucky with Isaiah, he's never smoked either even though most of his family does.

    "Please,  I-I'm sorry,  I was in a hurry,"  I told him as my voice trembled.

    I couldn't help the way he was making me feel.  My heart was beating frantically and my legs were getting weak and felt like jello.  They were going to collapse from underneath me at any time if I didn't get myself out of this predicament.

    Yet, regardless of how much I wanted to get out from between him and this wall, I also didn't want to.  He was causing excitement in me that I hadn't felt in a long time.  Actually, I don't think I've ever felt like this before, not even with Isaiah when we were dating in college.  Even my first time having s*x I don't think I felt this kind of excitement in my core before.  Is it the thought of going to Hell causing me to feel like this?  Is it the danger that I could be in that is making me want more?

    He lifted his hand and brushed the back of his fingers down the side of my face and I closed my eyes.  His hand traveled down to my chin and he grabbed with his fingers and tilted my chin up, causing me to open my eyes and look straight into his.  His eyes were probably the most gorgeous thing about him.  Their baby blue color distracted you from everything else you saw on him.  I also didn't see anything in them to suggest that he was in there to hurt me.  After a moment of just staring into his eyes and him staring into mine, he reached over and hit the button on the panel and the elevator started back up again.

    He lowered himself to my level and placed his lips upon mine.  At first, all I thought about was how I was cheating on Isaiah and I wanted to pull away but I couldn't.  The way his lips felt on mine, the movement of his lip ring as it rubbed the soft skin of my lips, it was all sending electricity down my spine causing me to want more.  Then I was reminded of who he was by the taste and scent of smoke on his breath.  I remembered that I was married and the fact that I was kissing a complete stranger who could have a line of dead bodies that the police have yet to find and the fact that I could be next on his list.

    I pushed him away hard on his chest, causing him to pull away from me and I glared up at him.

    "I'm married,"  I told him and the sound of the elevator reaching the next floor went off and I slid out from under his arm and took off.

    I looked back quickly and saw him walking in the opposite direction.  He didn't care where he was or how he looked, he just walked as if he owned the place and belonged where ever it was that he was.  I placed the fingers of my free hand over my lips and dazed back to that kiss.  What was that?  What kind of man just does that as if it was nothing?  Why do I feel that I enjoyed it?  No, I couldn't be enjoying the kiss.  It's not the kiss or him that I liked it was the adrenaline rush I got from possibly getting caught.  That's it.  It has nothing to do with him or the kiss, it was the fear and excitement of it all.

    "Good afternoon Mrs. Thompson.  I see your shoes broke again?"  The floor secretary asked me jokingly, causing me to jump a little and pull me back to reality.

    "They really need to fix that sidewalk,"  I told her, hoping that I wasn't blushing because of what just happened in the elevator and she just laughed.

    No, this is not the first time I have walked through here with broken shoes on.  It has actually turned into a running joke with a few of the paralegals and the secretaries.  Apparently, they classify me as a clutz even though I didn't think that many misfortunes happened to me.  I just have bad luck with shoes.

    I looked down at my watch and saw that it was almost 12:30.  Wow!  He got me all the way to the other side of the river in 30 minutes!  I knew he was driving like a mad man but wow!  I took a deep breath to try to calm my nerves from the worry of being late and losing my job.  I quickly walked past the cubicles of the paralegals who were busy typing away and talking on the phones.  I got to Mr. Johns' office and I knocked on the door.  There wasn't any answer so I tried to turn the knob but it was locked.  I peeked around to try to look through the blinds of the side windows but they were closed shut.

    "You missed him.  He left for the courthouse about 20 minutes ago."  His personal secretary said as she walked back to her desk.

    "s**t!  He needs these files!"  I said and turned to run out of the building.

    "You better hurry!  The traffic is like mad out there right now!"  I heard her call to me as I ran past the cubicles again.

    Get there fast?  Did she see the condition of my shoes!  I got to the elevator and started to push the button down over and over.  I felt like I was starting to sweat from the adrenaline that was going through my body.  It's a good thing I'm in shape and run every morning before coming into work or I may not be able to do this. 

    The doors finally opened and I ran in and pushed the ground floor button right away.  I looked up and watched it count down the floors, praying that it didn't stop at any other floor on its way down.  I looked down at my watch to see the time only to get more frantic about how little time I had to get across New Jersey to the courthouse.  As soon as the elevator stopped I was practically forcing the doors open while other people were trying to get in.  I pushed my way through them and ran down the hall to the entrance.

    I got around the corner just to see through the big glass windows and doors, that man was putting his leg over his bike.  There's no way I will get to the courthouse in time if I had to call a cab.  I had to just do it and I ran through the doors waving my free hand in the air while yelling at him.

    "Hey!"  He must not have heard me or cared, one or the other so I yelled at him again.

    "Hey, tattooed asshole!"  I shouted and he looked over at me and got off of his bike.

    "Oh, s**t,"  I mumbled and stopped in my tracks and took a step back.

    "You know, you really do have a potty mouth on you.  Maybe it's time I did something about that."  He said in a low tone that sent chills down my spine and walked closer to me.

    "I, ah, I'm sorry.  I didn't know your name or what to call you.  You didn't respond when I was yelling hey so that......"  I started to say, practically begging for my life as I spoke.

    "So you felt calling me a tattooed asshole would be the perfect name to call me?"  He asked and stopped when he was right in front of me and I had to crank my head up to look at him.

    "It got your attention didn't it?"  I asked and his eyes started to travel all over my body.

    "You don't need to call me names to get my attention."  He said with a smirk as his eyes came back up from my chest to my face.

    I gasped and glared at him, feeling disrespected even though I did call him a name but it's not like I didn't try to get his attention more nicely before that.  Besides, I wasn't the one looking as if I was standing there naked.

    "Look, just forget it.  I will figure it out myself."  I told him and I started to walk away from him only to realize I was going in the wrong direction so I had to turn around and walk back the other way.

    "Okay."  He said as if he didn't really care and turned and got back on his bike.

    I stopped and I looked at my watch again and saw that I was down to 15 minutes to get these files to the attorneys.  He turned the bike on and revved it up.  I just sighed and quickly walked over beside him before he could drive off.  He took his hands off the handles and leaned back a little and looked over at me.

    "Can you give me a ride to the courthouse?"  I asked in a nicer tone and he crossed his arms over his chest and smiled at me.

    "I'm sure you could say that a little nicer than that."  He said, continuing his smile.

    I looked around and didn't see a single taxi on the road for me to call.  I looked at my watch again and felt like I could hear the seconds counting down.

    "Could you please give me a ride?  I need to be there before one."  I told him and tried to give him a small smile.

    "That sure isn't much time.  I don't know if I can get you there that fast.  You may have to wait for a taxi."  He tried being sarcastic.

    I just threw my leg over the bike and put my arm around his body.

    "Just go, please!"  I said into his ear and he revved up the bike again before he jolted off away from the sidewalk.

    Just like the last time, once he was on the main roads he was weaving in and out of the traffic and speeding down the roads.  I closed my eyes because I was too scared to peek.  I didn't want to see the crash before it happened.

    I looked up when I felt him stop the bike in front of the courthouse.  I looked down at my watch and saw it was ten minutes till.  I hopped off quickly and was getting ready to head down the sidewalk when he spoke up.

    "I think you owe me."  He said and I looked over my shoulder as I was walking.

    "What?"  I said back to him but kept walking.

    I was on a deadline and I didn't have time for small talk. 

    "You owe me!"  He yelled and I just waved behind me and continued up the steps and into the courthouse.

    I got through the metal detectors easily since all I had on me was my purse and the files.  I quickly went through the hallway and around the corner.

    "Mr. Johns!"  I called when I saw him at the doors to the courtroom, talking with someone.

    "Ah, Mrs. Thompson.  Catherine told me you were on your way.  I was starting to think you weren't going to get here in time."  He told me with a smile.

    "Sorry, I got here as quick as I could,"  I told him and he just nodded and looked down at my feet.

    "Broken shoe again?"  He asked and I just nodded.

    "I'm thinking you need to give up on having heels."  He joked and the guy he was standing with laughed as well and I just handed him the files and turned around and walked away.

    I wasn't really in the mood for more shoe jokes.  I got to the metal detectors again and had to give them my purse to check and walked through.  I started towards the doors only to feel my heart start to pick up speed again.  I just remembered that he was out there.  I stopped and looked around, almost not wanting to walk back out there and see him again. 

    I looked down at my watch and saw that it was a few minutes after one.  I really need to get back to work.  I have so much crap to do and all this did was waste half of my day.  There's no way I will get out of work on time today.

    I took a deep breath and just walked out of the building.  I covered my eyes with my hand to help shield them from the sun till they could adjust to the light.  I looked around and saw that he wasn't there on the road any longer.  I felt so relieved and a smile grew on my face.  I was glad he wasn't there anymore. I don't want to ever see him again.

    I walked down the steps to the road and raised my hand to call a cab.  First thing, new shoes.  Second, a quick sandwich for lunch and then back to work.