Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

thirty-six, sometimes they got a little excited about what we were doing, and ended up out of my shirt. I was pretty sure they tried to jump in Coops face at one point. I touched the door and tried to swallow some of the humiliation I was feeling.
    I opened the door and jumped back. He was standing in the doorway with his hands on either side of the doorframe, trapping me in the bathroom.
    "We have half an hour before I leave and it's for sure a thirty minute drive," I said into his chest. I didn’t look up into his eyes.
    He loomed over me, not budging. "Can we talk?"
    I shook my head and tried really hard to stare at his t-shirt.
    He tilted my chin and I burst into laughter.
    He frowned, "What?"
    I turned back and grabbed a tissue. I wiped the smears of makeup off his skin. His eyes were cold again and his voice a whisper, "We need to talk about that kiss, but not here."
    I laughed, "It was just a kiss. I think you've kissed a lot of girls, Coop. You're pretty good at it."
    He smirked and arched his eyebrows. His eyes were suddenly sexy and not cold at all. I rolled mine and pressed on his thick chest.
    "You called me a cougar," I muttered.
    "Grudge holder," he mumbled, mocking me.
    I ignored him and walked out to the garage and got into the car, starting it as he jumped in the passenger side and laid the seat back.
    "What are you doing?" I asked, as I backed out of the garage.
    "Making sure you arrive safely. " he grinned.
    I sighed and backed out. I looked at the clock and glared, "Great, now I'm going to be late."
    "Drive fast."
    I grumbled under my breath and punched the gas pedal. I knew how to drive. I learned on a racetrack like everyone else. I just hadn’t done it in a long time.
    "So are you scared?" he asked.
    I shot him a confused look, "What is your deal? Are you bipolar? You were a dick to me and then you're kissing me, and now you're being sweet—why?"
    He laughed, "I'm not bipolar. I'm just trying to mess with you. Get you back on your toes. The kiss wasn’t just me seeing you naked and wanting to kiss you. It was also a way to catch you off guard. You need to remember that training, wherever any of this goes. If fat man kisses you, he's going to be pissed if you freeze up like that. You're no doubt going in as a hooker."
    I felt the horror in the truth and the fact I liked the kiss.
    He continued, "You gotta be casual. You’re going to have to convince him you're something special. You're a bit old for a hooker. Most guys who want hookers are leaning more toward that barely-legal thing."
    I shot him a glare.
    He put his hands up, "What? It's the truth."
    "You're an asshole. I don’t look thirty-six, and even if I did, that’s not old." My palms started to sweat. I shuddered and looked around, anywhere but at him. I was ready to strangle him, but I was doing forty over the speed limit. I needed to focus.
    He laughed, "I'm not an asshole."
    I snorted.
    "Okay, I am an asshole, but I am really trying to make you better at this. You've been hibernating for a long time. I seriously have a bad feeling about this whole thing." His voice changed when he spoke again, "You’re sexy for thirty-six and I don’t think that’s old. I was messing with you. Trying to get you feisty. Trying to get your blood boiling. I’m not sure you’re going to be able to do this, Evie."
    I scowled, "Well head-gaming teenager, I don’t get feisty with the old hot and cold, for one. I get shut down and less confident. Not to mention, I am a pretend widow, this is new to me. I've been with the same person for a long time. I'm not playing this game with you. I'm here to save my kids and the last time I checked, you need me. I am fine running with my kids."
    I felt something and looked down. His hand was hovering above my thigh. “Liar.” He chuckled.
    I shook my head, "Coop, I'm not kidding around. I’m not interested in playing games with you."
    He laughed and trailed his fingers up my leg, lifting my skirt, "What if the old fat guy touches your thigh like this."
    Tingles covered my leg. I nervously laughed and pressed the pedal to the floor. The car shot ahead.
    He chuckled but didn’t take away his hand. Instead, he grabbed a handful of my inner thigh. I jerked.
    "Wrong response, Evie."
    I bit my lip and forced myself to relax again.
    My chest was rising and falling rapidly.
    His fingers were scorching against my thigh. The way he grabbed was rough and not expected, after how lightly he traced his fingers.
    "How