B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)

Four.

Two hours later, Angel closed the door of her apartment and examined the place in detail. Nothing what, located in the same building as his office, his apartment has excellent security, and, but he uses his weak mechanical and computer skills to keep his room with a different level of security, a very difficult thing to do but he has to feel safe somewhere.

Satisfied that his apartment was not broken into, he systematically examined every application and data on his computers and smartphones, amid a vast internet network. Is not a natural thing if there is a hacker who steals data without his permission.

‘No one can sneak into my computer without my knowledge’. Angel grinned

After that, he allowed himself to collapse on his mattress, the temperature was so cold that he shuddered.

“ computer, raise the temperature five degrees.”

“Good.” Pitched computer sounds, but that's how it should be. The sound is nothing more than a mechanical response from the sophisticated computer that controls every building in this building.

Arnold.

Ohhh..

Arnold.

 

Angel gasped as she let all the emotions she had dimmed during the meeting flood her mind.

 

Frightened..

Jollification...

Longing.

Passion...

The desire to have..

And

The love...

Angel opened the high hells she wore, and the accessories that enveloped her body. Slowly she removed her makeup, undressed and changed into her favorite nightgown.

He walked into the kitchen, poured himself a glass of water. As he stood up, he saw his shadow reflected. The mirror he had just bought from a nearby store, he was so amazed to see the frame in bright colors.

 

But now that he hoped not to hang it there, the mirror clearly showed what he did not want to see. His messy reddish-brown hair showed the desire and passion of animals, things he should not have experienced at a young age. His face was blushing like he was in a fever, his cheeks were red and his dark eyes were emitting an unstoppable impression of passion.

 

This has never happened to him.

Angel shook her head. No. gabe. He can't fall into Arnold's arms, he doesn't want to make mistakes, sleeps in bed with a cunning mobster. It could destroy his life and the future of the BLOOD organization.

Fear gripped him tightly.

With a heart he took his smartphone and called Lois one of his coworkers.

“ Lois.., where are you now?.., can you come here ...., oh no.. I need your advice.., this is about the mission we're going to run.., what....? yes, call me if you can.”

‘ damn..’

He had just turned off his smartphone, but suddenly his phone rings. He doesn't know who contacted him.

“ BlackRose....Hello Rose..”

Angel's knees were almost limp when she heard a voice as soft as silk, more akin to a sigh than a subtle whisper. “ Mr. Arnold.”

“ Arnold, we're colleagues, after all.”

“ why are you calling me this late?.” Practical and rude attitudes are the only way Angel has to cope with raging emotions.

“I want to invite you to a meeting over breakfast with my team tomorrow.” Arnold's tone of voice was like calm water, so deep and seductive.

Angel doesn't know if Arnold always sounds like an invitation to sin or if the man did it to make him awkward, if Arnold suspects a little that Angel likes him, it's tantamount to the death penalty. No, Angel should not be in a relationship with anyone outside the BLOOD organization. It was the same as telling the public who he was.

“ hours?.” Angel hugged her own body and tried hard to keep her voice calm.

“ half eight. Does it suit you?.”

“ location?.”

“ my office?, you know the place?."

“No, pick me up at Jane cafe.”

“ well no problem, I wait.”

To Angel's sensitive senses, it's more like a threat than a promise.