Ewan wasn’t a pervert. As a matter of fact, he usually prided himself on his strong sexual control and resilience.
Seeing Athena standing before him, however, in just a yellow sundress—while aware that she wasn’t wearing any form of underwear—drove blood into his little man and flooded his mind with an insane amount of information—both past and future fantasies.
He found himself tracing the mound outline of her uncapped breasts made by the fabric, and his eyes searched for any transparency in the gown so he could feast on her treasures; treasures he had missed more than anything.
He enjoyed watching her blush too. She had been the one to initiate the ga, yet she was the one trying not to squirm. Did she forget that he was the tease between them both?
"You’re not going to continue the ga?" He finally broke the tension that hung heavy with unt sexual expectations, although he still kept his eyes lingering on the outlines of her breasts.
"I have no pleasure in playing any gas, Ewan. Eyes up, perv..." Athena retorted, folding her arms across her chest, aiming to cover the center of attraction. But her act only served to push the twin orbs up, revealing her cleavage to Ewan’s greedy, stubborn eyes.
His tongue was parched, and he wished to quench his thirst by...
"Ewan!" Athena’s harsh call dragged him from his ssy thoughts.
"Go sit over there. Let rub ointnt on your wounds so you can take the much-needed rest. Is that food?" Athena continued steadily, pointing at the trolley, pushing her sha and unnecessary thoughts away.
She refused to be this vulnerable and exposed to Ewan again. He could see her breast outline... so what? He couldn’t touch it; only Antonio would.
Even though the thought of Antonio touching her didn’t sit well with her, she swallowed the discomfort and walked up to the trolley; lseeing as Ewan wasn’t forthcoming with answers, choosing instead to disorganize her with that devilish stare of his.
A furrow lined her forehead when she saw it was just cake and fruits.
"Hank ntioned that the food will co up later. I think this can serve, right?"
Athena nodded and closed the platter. "It can hold the fort. Now, take a seat. I need to apply so balm on my hands too; there are little wounds to take care of."
But when Athena turned to et Ewan, her eyes grew wide in an instant, her jaw dropping as she saw him loosening the knot around his waist.
Clamping down on the shout of disbelief threatening to escape her lips and refusing to let him see that his stupid acts were affecting her, she turned to the door and released a tired sigh.
"Ewan, why didn’t you put on at least a pair of trousers while I was in the bathroom?"
"I was talking with Hank and Dillion. Pardon ; I will be done in a few seconds." However, there was no trace of apology in his voice; if anything, he still sounded mischievous.
Athena sighed, opened the platter, and took a piece of cake, letting out a moan when the flavors sank into her tongue. The hotel wasn’t the best, but the cake was heavenly.
Hopefully their food would be the sa. She thought, taking another piece of cake, pretending to be unmoved when she felt Ewan’s presence behind her.
"If you are done, go sit on the bed, Ewan. Don’t stress out. I don’t have ti for your gas." Even though her voice had taken on a cold, aloof tone, Ewan wasn’t threatened nor saddened. He knew it was a coping chanism.
He complied still, but not without taking a piece of cake and an apple from the plate.
——
"Sorry, just a little more..." Athena was saying a couple of minutes later as she applied ointnt on the burns on Ewan’s back.
Since there was nothing for him to bite down on when the pain got intense, Ewan found himself gritting his teeth and grunting at intervals. Taking aspirin hadn’t reduced the pain assailing his nerves; it only cooled down the headaches.
"I am almost done," Athena whispered, applying the last bit on his lower back slowly, in circular motions, her heart gripping with sorrow and pity at each grunt. Gratitude too.
"You can lay down now, but you have to do so on your stomach. Do you think you can pull it off?"
Ewan chuckled. Didn’t this woman know what being Wolfsbane entailed? Did she think he was an ordinary patient?
But then he rembered how he had been under Fiona’s thumb for more than six years and beca humble once more. Swallowing his pride, he nodded, stood up, went to the second bed, and lay on his belly, wincing at intervals as certain movents caused pain.
Hopefully, the fruits and cake he had consud would be enough to hold his hunger at bay until the food arrived.
Seeing Ewan’s ek obedience without any teasing remarks, Athena allowed herself to relax and apply ointnt to the back of her arms and her legs too.
"Do you need help?"
She cursed ntally; she had relaxed too early.
"No, I am okay. Ewan, find so sleep. Despite what the agents said, it may take so ti before the food arrives."
Ewan obeyed; however, he couldn’t sleep—he only kept his eyes shut to prevent Athena from talking.
He didn’t even open them when Athena’s phone rang, yet his ears were keen enough to pick up the conversation going on between her and the caller, whom he discovered to be Aiden by her first sentence.
"Aiden, Hank ntioned that you called..."
A pause.
"Right, we are okay. Ewan is even sleeping now."
Another pause.
"Yes, we will be going ho after a nap. I think we can say that Morgan has outsmarted us again. However, who do you think tipped him off concerning our coming? Do you think we have more spies in the Nimbus?"
Another pause—a lengthy one this ti.
"You are right. The agents couldn’t have known. Should we scrap it as coincidence? I don’t think so. I hope the truth cos to the surface soon."
A pause.
"How’s the work with the mole going?"
A pause, where Ewan wished that Athena had put the call on loudspeaker. Maybe he should tell her that he was awake so that she would do it... but he thought better of it the next second, too tired to make her uncomfortable again.
"Alright then, Aiden; see you later."
Another phone call ca in a few minutes later.
"Hello, Mr. President..."
Ewan’s ears perked up. Why would the president be calling? He wasn’t aware of their mission to get Morgan today!
"I’m sorry, Mr. President. We thought to get him first before relating the matter to you..."
So he knew then? How? Who was feeding these people information? First Morgan, and now the president? It couldn’t be Aiden, because Aiden’s loyalty was to Athena first.
Ewan’s hands inched toward his phone so that he could type a quick ssage to Spider, but he knew he couldn’t do that without alerting Athena. Not wanting to stress her more than she already was, he kept his hands to himself; he could always text Spider later.
He was aware when she ended the call, when she sighed part frustration and part tiredness at hovering questions, and when she finally laid down on the bed.
He was also aware when she started staring at him—her intense gaze seed to peruse the entirety of his face.
His nose chose to itch then; and tweaking it to remain calm was all the movent required for Athena to know that he was still awake.
"You’re still awake... finding it hard to sleep too..."
Ewan opened his eyes, stilling his irregular beating heart to remain calm in the face of Athena’s intense gaze.
"Yeah," He muttered. "We should count the ceilings, maybe..."
Athena laughed before she could help it. "Maybe. Let’s just try and sleep." And then she turned to the other side of the bed.
Ewan sighed and shut his eyes again. A few more minutes, and he was off to dreamland.
——
Athena woke first.
She checked her phone, sighing when she saw she had been asleep for only an hour. Sighing again, she got out of bed, pleased that the ointnt had worked so magic at least on the pain and the appearance of the burns.
Darting a glance at Ewan, she saw that he was still asleep. She would have been surprised if he hadn’t been. He needed the rest more than she did.
Her stomach grumbled then, alerting her to her hungry state. Muttering, she walked toward the door, hoping the servers had kept the food outside, seeing as the door had been locked.
However, the passageway was empty. She retraced her steps into the room, heading toward the telephone on the dresser, needing to call the reception desk. Upon reaching it though, she discovered that the communication tool wasn’t working.
Damn! She thought, realizing she would have to go downstairs herself. Muttering her frustrations, she stepped into the hallway and shut the door behind her.
However, as she got close to the stairs, she heard a voice—a very familiar voice.
Heron?
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