Woke up alone in Weathers's bed

I woke up alone in bed the morning after, the cum still stuck to my body. The heat was gone, somewhat. It felt different though, not horny feelings but rather something else. I looked around the room for Markus, he wasn't there. I got out of bed and grabbed my clothes and was just about to put them on when I noticed a bathrobe and a note on one of the chairs in the bedroom.

If you wanted something a bit more comfortable to wear this morning.

- Markus

It was very kind of him I thought, too nice for someone like him. Perhaps there was a different side of him that didn't show up in the agency's reports? I put on the robe, it was extremely soft and comfortable. I went down the stairs and heard that Markus was in the kitchen.

"Good morning beautiful," he said when he saw me enter the kitchen. I blushed yet again, like some damn schoolgirl being courted by the hottest guy in school. He was hot though. No, what are you thinking? Get that gay thought out of your head. He's a man and you're a man IN DISGUISE, not a real woman.

"Good morning, what's for breakfast?" I asked him.

"An omelet and some fresh fruit. I picked them from my garden this morning. I wanted to give you something fresh.".

"You have your own chickens and a garden for fruit? Impressive." I was actually impressed, it was so not what I thought he would be like.

"Yeah well when you have so much spare time in my line of work and you need to be home a lot, it just made sense to try things out. Besides, nothing is like sharing a lovely breakfast with the most stunning woman I have ever met." He managed to get me to blush yet again, this time with a serious heat running through my body. What's wrong with me?

"Thanks, I guess you say that to all the women you take to your bed on the first night," I told him, trying to get back to the part where this was just a one-night-stand and a mistake on my part. It was a mistake, you slept with a MAN for Christ's sake. Get your head back in the game Sparrow.

"No I do not, I was surprised by last night myself. I will admit one thing though. I may have used special ingredients last night in order to get you more relaxed. It's common in both this particular wine and I used it in the food as well. It made me feel real hot while looking at you, felt strange but nice..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this guy for real? I was sure that he must have given me something, but apparently he gave it to himself too? Why?

"Why would you give us both something to make us more relaxed, you struck me as a guy that's full of confidence?" I asked him bewildered.

"Well I am confident, but when I saw you I felt extremely nervous. I had never seen a more stunning, beautiful, alluring, more gorgeous looking woman in my life when I saw you yesterday. I just knew I needed to get to know you. And I know that I might look intimidating and this house would make any woman feel intimidated. So I thought that you might have needed that as well. I apologize if I may have offended you and I can assure you that I won't be using it again. 'Cause, right now I'm feeling quite comfortable around you, almost natural you know?"

Yet again I was dumbstruck. WHO IS THIS GUY?! He's unlike anyone I have ever met and so different from what I was expecting. Did the agency make a mistake, was he not this dangerous man we needed to take down? I felt this heat again, this affection for Weathers, this was bad...

"Wow, I don't know what to say," I answered in shock.

"You don't need to say anything, except perhaps a yes to my invitation to spend the rest of the day with me. I'm feeling drawn to you in a way I cannot explain."

"Oh, well that does sound nice. However, I have a ton of unpacking to do today." I need an exit, hopefully, this is a reasonable one.

"Not an issue, I have people that can help you with that," Weathers said while picking up his phone and making a quick phone call. "... yea get here as soon as you can, unpack everything and clean her home. Oh wait, not her clothes, of course, that would invade her privacy." So thoughtful, how nice. NO, IT'S NOT NICE, this was your way out remember?! Now you need to stay here all day with him!

"There, all taken care of. Now, let's get you some other clothes for you to wear and we'll get to know each other even better. A package is on its way with something for you to wear, I hope that was okay."

Sensing no way out of this, I agreed and excused myself to the bathroom.

"I'll lay your new clothes on the bed. I'll wait downstairs for you doll once you're ready to go."

How is this happening? I am Sparrow, the greatest spy that has ever lived. A MAN. But right now, even without **** and whatever else was in my system last night, I felt like I wanted this, to stay with him. At the same time screaming inside my head to get the fuck out and continue with the mission.

The heat was rising as I looked at him when I walked away, he was giving me a warm smile. As I walked through the halls of this stunning mansion dangerous thoughts snapped through my mind. I pictured myself wandering these halls, looking sexy and wanting for Markus. Being his little minx of a wife. I could live like this, like a queen... No, not like a queen! I'm no queen, I'm a king! I need to get my thoughts together. And a queen would need to make heirs...maybe I could do... NO! For fucks sake, get up there and take a shower. Maybe that will clear up my head.

I took a long shower, feeling my sexy body. Weathers even had some women's hair products, how convenient. The smells were nice, much better than men's products. It felt good to smell more fruity/flowery than "tornado or avalanche", however, the fuck that smells. I brushed my hair after I got out, all these things seemed so natural. Did my make-up and got out of the bathroom. On the bed, there was an outfit waiting. A beige top that showed of my cleavage, a brown leathery skirt with matching knee-high boots. And of course, matching lacy underwear... Having no other choice I put the clothes on and looked in the mirror. I was a complete bombshell of a woman, there was no denying that. I am a bombshell of a woman... I am... feels strange to think like this...

"That's me, that's really me... I'm sexy as fuck!" I talked to myself while looking in the mirror. It felt surreal to say the words out loud, but something inside of me felt at ease once I had done it. Like a stone was lifted off my chest. MY beautiful chest... Let's go downstairs and see what this day has to offer...maybe I will be able to use this day to plant more bugs and learn more about his organization.