Creative Writing: Agent Asshole

She could only snort, since she didn’t believe for a second that he would actually dump her into an ice bath. At least not with the understanding of what kind of hell would come his way if he did actually do it, as well as the kicking and screaming he would be subjected to on the way to dropping her into the ice bath. Considering the meltdown she had and the past twenty-four hours, even she was pretty confident that Agent Asshole here didn’t want any more trouble for the rest of the night at least. He did have one thing right; Sky was a handful sober. Trouble might as well be her middle name.

There was a moment between them. Ben stared at her, as if seemingly affected by the sight of her almost nude body, despite the grime, wear and tear.
That he was once more Agent Asshole with this thick impenetrable shield over his facade. No one could penetrate it, no one could know what was really lurking inside. Sky happened to glance down and she swallowed slowly, still tasting the aftertaste of vodka on her tongue, her gaze honing in on the bulge grown in his pants. She smiled slowly, looking up in time to catch his smirk. “Sounds good to me.” She used his same answer in response to his own little bargain. A night of exploration. Getting lost in the throes of passion for hours sounded like the perfect way to spend the remainder of this day from hell and
“No.” She bit out. Her temper, flared for a moment, went down and she was able to not take her anger out on him. “For the record Mr. Secret Agent Man…” She cupped his chin a bit forcefully in her hand so she further punctuate the power she spoke in her words. “You’ve barely known me for twenty-four hours. Thus making it perfectly understandable that you would say that.” Leaning in closer, her thumb grazed over his bottom lid. “However, as we become better acquainted, you[ will realize that a woman is always right.” She closed the gap between their lips, letting her brush against his before she caught his lower lip in her teeth. She tugged gently before releasing. “Therefore, I am. Always.” She whispered, her lips brushing against his freely as she spoke. “All. The. Time.” It was always so much fun using a man’s words back against him. It couldn’t be done a second