Thread: In Cold Blood [Mach & Merc]

Iris face seemed frozen in that closed-lip smile, her eyes dancing with his as her hands smoothed down to her thighs as she watched him come closer. His eyes never left her, though they moved around plenty, even as he draped his jacket over the back of a chair and stepped forward while rolling up his sleeves. It was incredible how such a simple gesture could be so overtly attractive. To expose the corded flesh of his forearms. She exhaled slowly, trying to focus on the image of David in her mind, when Nicky pulled out a chair for her. Licking her lips slowly, she pushed off the railing and moved over sitting down in the chair as he pushed it in. Iris, however, was not so practiced in being doted on. Not anymore. She moved awkwardly, sitting down not quite fast enough and getting the edge of the chair at the backs of her knees. She laughed, embarrassed, and shook her head as she reached up and brushed her hair out of her face and glanced up at him over her shoulder. Sorry, Im not used to stuff like this. She reached over and pulled her napkin onto her lap and watched him under the veil of her lashes. He didnt want to talk about work. That was good. No point in rushing the hand and outing herself. Just some chit chat to learn about each other again. That was also good. Iris needed to know him beyond what the surveillance said. And, selfishly she simply wanted to know what he had been up to. Maybe how many girlfriends he had had what he liked in bed. How big his cock was. And she hadnt even had the wine yet. Reaching over, Iris nodded and smiled as she brought the wine to her lips. No business, she agreed. Sipping her wine, she cleared her throat and rolled her head a little attempting to clear those pesky little thoughts as she glanced up at him over the table. If youre trying to find out where the rest of my family is, Nicky, they moved them the day I moved out, she stated crisply, though there was no anger evident in her voice. Her next smile, genuine but small, relayed that. But I spent the rest of my childhood in Loveland, Colorado, and Ashley, Kansas. Setting her wine back down, she lifted her gaze up to lock with his. They moved us to Ashley first, but I was angry. I acted out, and I told one of my classmates that my dad was a felon and I was being held there against my will. She smirked and shook her head, laughing softly and then taking another sip. We were moved to Loveland immediately. Literally, I came home and my house was packed, and my mom and dad were already gone. The agent put the fear of God in me. Her mother had been pregnant. Something she wasnt ready to share with Nick. If she ever would be. The agent had told her that if she did this again, people who hated her dad, people like Nickys father, would find them and they would kill all of them. Not just her parents. Her, too. And the little baby her mother was carrying. I didnt step out of line like that again. Well, not really. Not so obviously. But I acted out. Dad taught me a lot in those first years He took the gloves off, you know? He treated me like I had always wanted to, and I hated it. But it really shaped me. Inhaling deeply, she let out a low humming sound and then shook her head, looking over at Nick. The truth of it, though, is that it was boring. And it was very rigid.