My mouth hung open. I fully turned towards him. He had his lips pressed together and his hands behind him

"You want my help with what!?"

"To get some files."

"I don't know Mr. Woods." I said with a shake of my head.

"Please? I really need your help." I sighed

"What would I all have to do?"

"Well it's simple. We use your good looks to get us in. Then, I need you to distract a couple guards while I go in and steal some files."

"Who's house is it?"

"Only someone who works at the CIA."

"And the file?"

"Everything they have on me."

"Why do you need it?" I asked, throwing the rag down onto the counter. Gus placed a finger to his lips

"That's for me to know and you..." He raised an eyebrow, I rolled my eyes and said,

"To not know. But why not have Niki help you?" I asked with a shrug of my shoulders.

"I don't want to endanger her." He said as he turned on his heel. I was shocked- no flabbergasted. He didn't want to endanger Niki, but it would be fine if I was. Ugh, the nerve of him. I stomped up the stairs and followed him directly to my... my door? He barged in and went to my closet

"What are you doing?"

"Looking." He said as he rifled through my clothes

"Um personal space." He glared at me like Jimmy does and I shutted up. I sat crossed legged on my bed.

"No formal wear?" he said, turning his head sideways at me.

"Nope." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Come with me." He strode out and I half ran to keep up with his long strides. He pushed open the double brown doors and I entered his domain for the first time. A king sized bed sat in the middle of the drab brown colored room. A picture of his kids sat on his nightstand, and on the other next to the side he slept in was an alarm clock. A tall oak dresser sat across from the bed near the doors to the hallway. To the left of it was the master bathroom. Two closets, took up the right wall. He entered one of them, and then came back out with a black halter topped dress with a diamond necklace hanging from the hanger. I licked my lips nervously.

"What's that?"

"A dress. You haven't seen one before or something?"

"I've seen a dress. But why do you have it?"

"Because you" He jabbed a finger at me "Are going to wear it." He pressed the silky material into my arms.

"What!? No NO! Gus-I mean Mr. Woods, I can't!" I said, throwing my hands up. I was not about to wear a dress. I didn't like them, my mother had never allowed me the pleasure of them and I thought they were too girlish.

"You will, or you'll find yourself facing time for harboring a fugitive." I gulped at the words ""Facing time.""

"OKay. I'll wear it."

"You can use my bathroom to change." I nodded my head defeatedly and went into the bathroom and closed it. Too nervous, I didn't take a good look around the dark purple colored bathroom. Plus I didn't want to pry too much. I slipped the dress on and gave myself a look over in the mirror, I found it to be stunning. It accentuated my curves beautifully and landed just at my ankles. Reaching behind me, I zipped up the zipper as far as I could reach. I tapped my foot desperately trying to do it myself. But with no luck, I knew I'd have to ask for help. I opened the door, and with the necklace in hand, I made my way towards him. Gus was just finished pulling on a grey suit coat and combing back his hair with his fingers. Butterflies flitted around my stomach. He caught my eyes in the mirror and held my gaze for a couple seconds. I cleared my throat and looked away

"I- I need help." I watched him cross towards me. Then place his hands around my shoulders-gently and turn me around. I held back my pony tail and felt him zip it up.

"The necklace?" I placed it into his hands, trying not to touch his palm. Then I turned again and I felt his finger tips brush my neck, sending spidery shivers down my spine. Then he stepped away

"Thank you." I watch him nod his head and stuff his hands in his pockets.

"Have any heels?" I shook my head no. "Go ahead and pick some out. There back in the closet there. Oh and get a clutch too. I'll be downstairs in the lobby."

"Okay." I managed to say before I walked into the walk-in closet. Going in, I'd never seen so many women's dresses in all my life and I wondered if they belonged to Niki or not. In the back of the closet were racks of high heels I chose a pair of yellow heels that were strappy and semi tall. I put them on and zipped them up, I took one step and fell to the ground with a thump. I was not used to wearing heels, I'd never worn them in my whole entire life. I sat up and stumbled out of the closet to the bed, then I slowly made my way downstairs. Everything was going fine, and I was confident, until my foot slipped, and down I went, plummeting down the brown wooden steps I landed on my tummy, my breath ragged. Footsteps sounded and then Gus was looming over me

"What happened?"

"I fell duh." I said sarcastically. Then he reached down and pulled me up

"Are you hurt?" I felt my boones and moved my neck.

"Nope, all good." I said with a smile

"How did you fall?"

"These stupid heels." He stared at me

"You've never worn heels?" He asked slowly

"No. My mother thought they were too impractical so she never let me buy them." He scratched his head.

"Oh. Well, do you think you're going to be able to walk in them?"

"Yeah, I will get the hang of it."

"Good. Now what are you going to do with your hair?" He asked with scruniting eyes. I touched my hair suddenly, self conscious of it.

I-I could put it in a bun." I said with a shrug of my shoulders.

"Fine, fine." He nodded his head then walked to the door and stood at the mirror doing his tie. I made quick time of twirling my hair into a bun and looping another binder around it.

"Anything else?" I asked hoping that he would brush off the question.

"Actually yes, haven't you heard of makeup?" He asked with a raised eyebrow

"Um yeah. I don't wear it because it takes too long to put on." He harrumphed. "Should I go put some on?"

"Yes, yes and be quick." I shuffled my way to the stairs and slowly climbed them, I heard him sigh so once I was in my room, I applied everything quickly. I trip-walked my way back down the stairs and to his side. He opened the door and we walked down some more steps. He walked in front of me slowly, allowing me to put a hand on his shoulder. I think for my safety more than anything. We walked out the doors of the building and to the garage where his white dodge challenger sat. He unlocked it and we got in. One security guard followed us in a red suburban with a battering ram in the front. I was glad this one was coming as he was a little more intimidating than the others. With a Russian accent, thick muscles and a scar running from his left eye down to his lip.

The ride to the house was awkward as we rode in silence, the only sound was the soft classical music. I wondered what I'd all have to do. We soon arrived at a big brick mansion. He stopped in front of wide sweeping white steps. I sucked in my breath as I opened my door, then lifting up my dress, I followed Gus up the stairs to the wide open double french doors.