Chapter Twenty Eight

Agent Ross's expression didn't change, but Moselia could have sworn she saw a flicker of surprise in his eyes again, a hint of acknowledgement that he had indeed been caught off guard.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, Moselia's smile still plastered on her face, and Agent Ross's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he was trying to process what had just happened.

Then, in a low, even tone, he spoke, "I'm just doing my job, Moselia. Don't read too much into it."

But Moselia knew what she saw, and she felt a sense of triumph, of victory, at having cracked Agent Ross's stoic mask, even if only for a moment. She knew that she had gotten under his skin, and that thought made her smile even wider.

"Oh, I'm shaking with fear," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm, but her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But seriously, Agent Ross, you should smile more often. It might make you look human."

As Agent Ross watched Moselia disappear up the stairs, he couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her spirit and determination. He had expected her to be strong-willed and confident, but he was surprised by the depth of her passion and her willingness to challenge him.

For a moment, he allowed himself to feel a sense of warmth, of connection, and his smile reflected that. It was a small, subtle smile, but it was genuine, and it spoke volumes about the impact Moselia was having on him.

As he returned to his usual stoic mask, Agent Ross couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Moselia had in store for him. He knew that he had to maintain his professional distance, but he couldn't deny the fact that he was drawn to her, that he wanted to know more about her, to understand what made her tick.

The thought sent a flicker of unease through him, a reminder that he had to be careful, that he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. But as he turned away from the stairs, he couldn't shake the feeling that Moselia was going to be a game-changer, that she was going to challenge everything he thought he knew about himself and his mission.

That evening after Moselia had lunch, she stayed it the garden to relax.

of course Ross had to keep an eye on her, she tried striking up a conversation or two but he replied grumpily.

Then her parents returned.

"Mom, dad are you going somewhere?"

"A dinner party, we may come late tonight dear, stay with agent Ross, he'll protect you" mom said as she and dad dashed out again.

"So agent Ross, I guess it's the two of us again"Moselia smiled.

Agent Ross nodded curtly, his eyes scanning the surrounding area before returning to Moselia. "Yes, it's just us again," he said, his tone still gruff, but Moselia detected a hint of resignation, as if he knew he was in for another evening of her attempts to draw him out.

Moselia smiled to herself, feeling a sense of victory. She had already gotten under his skin once today, and she was determined to do it again.

As the evening wore on, Moselia tried to engage Agent Ross in conversation, asking him about his day, his interests, anything to get him to open up. But he remained stubbornly taciturn, responding in monosyllables or grunts.

Undeterred, Moselia decided to try a different tactic. She pulled out her phone and started playing music, dancing around the garden with abandon. Agent Ross watched her, his expression unreadable, but Moselia could sense his eyes on her, could feel his gaze like a warm touch.

She spun around, catching his eye, and smiled mischievously. "Come on, Agent Ross, lighten up. Dance with me."

She grabbed his both hands but on reflex, he spun her around and she hit his chest.

"Moselia you're playing with fire" his voice sounded just exactly like him, deep and raspy.

"That's exactly what I want, why do you feel and look just like him" she whispered, she ran her hand down his uniformed chest, he eyes following her hands as it made small pattern, she could feel him stiffen under that touch.

"Ross?"

"Moselia, it's pretty dangerous to sneak up on a man with a gun" his eyes bore into hers, making a beeline for her lip.

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as Agent Ross's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. She could feel the tension between them, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

"I'm not afraid of you, Ross," she whispered, her hand still tracing patterns on his chest. "I'm not afraid of your gun, or your stoic mask. I want to know what's beneath."

Agent Ross's eyes seemed to flash with warning, but Moselia could see the hint of curiosity, of temptation, lurking beneath. He didn't move, didn't push her away, as she continued to touch him, her fingers sending shivers down his spine.

"You're playing with fire, Moselia," he repeated, his voice low and husky. "I'm not a man to be trifled with."

Moselia's eyes never left his, her gaze challenging, provocative. "I'm not trifling, Ross. I'm searching for answers. And I think you're hiding something from me."

"you don't want to find out"

"Then just dance with me"

His eyes scanned the red satin nightwear she was wearing and his hands unconsciously moved, tightened.

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as Agent Ross's eyes roamed over her, his gaze lingering on the red satin nightwear that hugged her curves. She could see the tension in his body, the way his hands tightened into fists as if he was fighting himself.

Then, in a movement that surprised her, he pulled her close, his arms wrapping around her waist as he drew her into a slow, sensual dance. Moselia's breath caught in her throat as she felt his body pressed against hers, his heat, his strength.

For a moment, they just swayed to the music, their bodies moving in perfect sync. Moselia felt like she was melting into him, like she was becoming one with him.

Then, Agent Ross's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze burning with intensity. "You're playing with fire, Moselia," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "But I'm not sure I can resist the flames."

Moselia's heart raced as she felt his lips brush against her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. She knew she was taking a risk, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Agent Ross like a moth to flame, and she couldn't resist the heat between them.

"agent Ross do you like me? Why do you seem so familiar? Why are you here?"

Agent Ross's eyes seemed to cloud over, his gaze dropping to the floor as he slowed the dance to a stop. For a moment, he just held her, his arms wrapped around her waist, his chest rising and falling with deep breaths.

Then, in a low, husky voice, he spoke, "I'm here to protect you, Moselia. That's all."

But Moselia knew there was more to it. She could feel it in the way he held her, in the way he looked at her.

"You're not telling me the truth," she whispered, her hands on his chest, her eyes locked on his. "I can feel it. You seem so familiar, like I've known you before."

Agent Ross's eyes flashed with emotion, and for a moment, Moselia thought she saw a glimmer of something more, something deeper.

But then, his mask slipped back into place, and he stepped back, his arms releasing her.

"I'm just doing my job, Moselia," he repeated, his voice firm, but his eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. "Don't read too much into it."

They stopped dancing.

"You're right? Your just here to do as I want, I'm hungry, make something for me" she sat down and looked at him, waiting.

Agent Ross's eyes narrowed slightly, his jaw clenched in a subtle display of frustration. For a moment, Moselia thought she saw a flash of anger in his eyes, but then his expression smoothed out, and he nodded curtly.

"Yes, of course," he said, his voice neutral, but his tone hinting at a subtle edge. "I'll make you something to eat."

He turned and walked away, leaving Moselia feeling a mix of emotions. She felt a thrill of excitement at having pushed his buttons, but also a twinge of guilt for treating him like a servant.

As she waited for him to return with food, Moselia couldn't help but wonder what lay beneath Agent Ross's stoic exterior. What secrets was he hiding? And why did she feel such a strong connection to him?

When Agent Ross returned with a tray of food, his expression was once again impassive, but Moselia could sense a underlying tension, a feeling that he was waiting for her next move.

"my feets hurt, I need a massage, can you massage them for me" she looked at him to know what else he'll do.

Agent Ross's eyes seemed to flash with a mix of surprise and annoyance, but he didn't hesitate. He set the tray of food down and walked over to Moselia, his movements fluid and deliberate.

"Fine," he said, his voice low and even. "But just a massage, Moselia. Don't push your luck."

He knelt down beside her and gently took her foot in his hands, his touch sending shivers down her spine. Moselia felt a rush of excitement as he began to massage her feet, his fingers strong and skilled.

As he worked out the knots and kinks, Moselia couldn't help but watch him, her eyes drawn to the way his hands moved, the way his eyes focused on his task.

For a moment, she forgot about the secrets and the tension between them, and just let herself enjoy the sensation of his touch.

"come further up" she whispered and they both locked eye contact before he obeyed, shifting to the ankle.

As Agent Ross's hands moved up to her ankles, Moselia felt a jolt of electricity run through her body. Their eyes remained locked, the tension between them palpable.

His touch was gentle, yet firm, sending shivers down her spine. Moselia couldn't help but wonder if he was feeling the same spark, the same attraction.

As he massaged her ankles, his thumbs tracing circles on her skin, Moselia felt herself getting lost in his eyes. They seemed to bore into her soul, as if searching for secrets, for hidden truths.

The air was thick with tension, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes, the gentle pressure of his hands on her skin.

Moselia's heart raced, her pulse pounding in her ears. She knew she was playing with fire, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to Agent Ross, to the mystery, the danger, the secrets that lurked beneath his surface.

"come further up"

His hands stiffen, before looking at her, "I said -"

"Yeah, don't push your luck, I know, come further up, my waist hurts"

Agent Ross's eyes narrowed, his gaze piercing as he searched for any hidden motives behind Moselia's request. For a moment, he seemed to hesitate, his hands still on her ankles, before slowly moving up to her calves, his touch light, cautious.

As he massaged her calves, his fingers tracing gentle circles, Moselia could sense his tension, his wariness. She knew she was pushing boundaries, testing limits, but she couldn't help herself. She was drawn to the spark between them, the forbidden attraction.

"I mean it, Moselia," Agent Ross whispered, his voice low, husky, "don't push me too far."

Moselia smiled, a slow, sultry smile, her eyes locked on his. "I'm just trying to get comfortable, Agent Ross," she whispered back, her voice dripping with innocence.

I"my neck agent Ross, it's also hurts"

He held her neck, and gently kneaded his way through it, their position slightly intimate.

As Agent Ross's hands cradled her neck, his fingers working out the knots and kinks, Moselia felt a rush of pleasure, a sense of surrender. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh, as his touch seemed to melt away all tension.

Their position was indeed intimate, his body leaning in close, his face inches from hers. Moselia could feel his warm breath on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

For a moment, they just breathed, the only sound the soft rustling of clothes, the gentle pressure of his hands on her neck.

Then, without thinking, Moselia reached up, her hand brushing against his cheek, her fingers tracing the sharp jawline. Agent Ross's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers, a spark of electricity running through the air.

They froze, suspended in time, the world around them melting away. Moselia knew she had crossed a line, but she couldn't help herself.

But before words could be spoken, she gagged and immediately ran to the sink, throwing up the snack that agent Ross brought for her.

"Was they pine on that?"

He nodded as she continued throwing up, clenching her hands.

Agent Ross made a beeline for her and helped her adjust her hair, gently patting her back.

"It's okay, it's alright" he said.

Maybe feeling so vulnerable, she turned and hugged him, "I'm scared Zayn" she whispered that last name but agent Ross didn't hear it.

As Moselia hugged him, Agent Ross's expression softened, his eyes filled with concern. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as she trembled with fear and vulnerability.

"It's okay, Moselia," he whispered, his voice gentle. "You're safe now. I'm here for you."

He didn't notice the whispered name, "Zayn", but Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she realized her mistake. She had let her guard down, revealed a secret she had kept hidden.

As she pulled back, Agent Ross handed her a glass of water, his eyes never leaving hers. "Rinse your mouth," he said, his voice still soft.

Moselia obeyed, her mind racing. She knew she had to be careful, couldn't let Agent Ross suspect the truth. But as she looked into his eyes, she saw something there, a glimmer of understanding, of connection.

And in that moment, Moselia wondered if she could truly trust him, if he would keep her secrets, or if he would uncover the truth about her past, about Zayn.

"agent Ross do you trust me?" She asked him.

Agent Ross's expression changed, his eyes narrowing slightly as he considered her question. For a moment, he said nothing, his gaze searching hers.

"I'm not sure," he said finally, his voice measured. "I don't know you, Moselia. I don't know what you're capable of."

Moselia felt a sting from his words, but she knew she deserved them. She had been playing games with him, pushing boundaries, testing limits.

"But I want to trust you," Agent Ross continued, his eyes softening. "I want to believe that you're not a threat, that you're telling me the truth."

Moselia's heart skipped a beat as she saw the vulnerability in his eyes, the desire to trust her.

"I'm not a threat, Agent Ross," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

Agent Ross looked at her, his gaze piercing, as if searching for any sign of deception. Then, slowly, he nodded.

"Okay, Moselia," he said. "I'll trust you. But don't betray that trust."

"then we can get to know each then? I'm sorry for trying to trick you just now, you were just so annoying, with your poker face and all, I didn't like it, I wanted you to smile" she looked so cute and innocent that agent Ross stopped and then smiled, shaking his head.