“Interesting.” I dab the cotton ball to her forehead, and she winces but doesn’t pull away. I grab another cotton ball and add ointment. “Exactly how much pain are you able to take, I wonder.”
“More than you might expect.”
Cassandra grabs my wrist before I can put the swab to the cut, and I think for a moment that she’s going to pull it away and tell me she’s done. Which she isn’t, because I can still see grit in the wound. But instead she pulls my hand to her forehead herself, wincing and gritting her teeth as she wipes deeper into the cut than I would have. Her eyes search my face as she cleans out the cut, then she sits forward, reaches into the first aid kit, and takes out a band-aid.
In silence, she watches me as she applies it, then stands and leans back against the counter.
“All better now, Mr. Volos.” Defiantly, she glances down at my crotch, and I feel my cock engorge all over again. For a moment, I’d been lost in making sure she wasn’t hurt, but now? Now I’m just lost. “You have no more excuses to keep me here.”
What is this girl’s game? She’s all alone with me here. I know her job was to seduce me, but surely it’s supposed to stop at flirting.
The way she’s looking at me right now, I’d swear she’s forgotten all about being an FBI agent. Is she that good?
When I don’t respond in words, she laughs, like she’s just scored some sort of victory. Then she takes a step forward. And another. And another. Until she’s so close I’m sure I can smell the scent of her pussy underlining her floral perfume.
“Well, I’ll be going then,” she whispers, looking up into my face.
But when she turns to leave, I lose control.