Chapter 4

Agatha’s heart froze in her chest. Someone was snoring in her bed. She never allowed her hookups to stay over. She groaned softly. Usually the weed made her body less stiff, but as she tried to move, she found that her body was worse for wear than it had been yesterday. Tendons and joints had tightened and she found that she could barely move. There were muscles she swore she hadn’t used in a long time that were waking up and they were not happy about it. She groaned as she pressed herself up into a sitting position. Letting the sheets fall, she stood and turned around, her hand flying to her back when it pinched briefly. She hissed at the familiar sensation.

Things were fuzzy, but it was very clear in the morning light that the woman who had sent her a photo of herself last night, was now lying naked in her bed. Her back towards the ceiling as her arms circled a pillow beneath her. Her face was completely relaxed in sleep. 

Agatha’s hand came to cover her mouth. Oh shit, she was younger, this girl didn’t even look like she knew what botox or fillers were yet. Agatha took a step back lowering her hand. Well, fuck. Hopefully, this girl wasn’t someone who could start trouble for her, but with Agatha’s luck and track record – she probably was.

Agatha turned around preparing to throw herself into the bathroom to hopefully wait out her guest as she walk-of-shamed her way out of her house, when she heard the sounds of the other woman stirring. A low groan emitted as if she had just woken from a very deep sleep, Agatha froze mid step as the sounds shot straight to her groin. A low chuckle emanated from the bed. “Nice ass, Harkness.”

Agatha turned, luckily her hair covered her breasts so she felt at least little less exposed, her arms crossing. “I… I do squats… sometimes.”

Rio leaned up, her eyes trailing Agatha’s body as if committing it to memory. “I can tell.” She bit her lip. “Wow.”

Agatha felt her cheeks flush. “I should…” She motioned towards the shower in an attempt to escape when Rio sprung from the bed like the early thirty something she was. “Oh, I totally need one too. Do you mind?” She wandered past Agatha, side stepping her into the bathroom, and when she located the shower, she began setting the water temperature.

Agatha’s mouth was left hanging wide open at the audacity. “Do you have a death wish?” The tone came out a bit harsh.

Rio ignored her as she focused on the water. “I had a pretty good time last night.” She threw a smile over her shoulder. “If you couldn’t tell.”

Agatha scoffed. “Yeah… Well, I was high.” It was said as if it was an amazing comeback, but Rio didn’t rise to the bait.

“You were yes, so was I.” She smirked when the water was just right. She opened the shower door wider for Agatha, “My lady.”

The older woman looked between the spray and Rio multiple times before grumbling and entering the shower. Feeling Rio’s presence just behind her made the hairs on her neck stand. “Why… Why did you want to… take the job?” She asked without turning around. 

When Rio didn’t respond, she looked back over her shoulder and found Rio staring at her ass. 

Dark eyes flicked up when she realized she was caught. “I’m sorry, you were saying?”

Agatha turned to face her and crossed her arms over her breasts. “I’m some stranger on the internet.”

Rio nodded. “Yup.” popping the p at the end. “And?”

Agatha took a step back as Rio moved forward. “What… what are you doing?”

Rio paused. “I'm getting started… on the job?” Rio ran her hand through Agatha’s dark hair. “We can’t show up to your hometown and pretend we’re together if we’re barely touching each other.” She said it as if it was the only logical thing that made sense at the moment. 

Agatha’s eyes narrowed. “So you suck at acting.”

Rio raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t say I suck. I would say I understand what enhances the experience.”

Agatha shook her head frustrated. “Do you have a death wish? Because you haven’t even asked for a shred of information and you just are what? Ready to take off with me to some unknown location where I might as well be able to murder you when no one can hear you scream.” Her smile faltered when Rio looked her over once more, trying to figure her out.

“You won’t kill me. Not that you’re not capable of it… I could see murder in the cards for you. But you… you like me, you’ll keep me around for a while.” She smiled. She took another step forward.

Agatha took a step back but found that she had run out of room, and hit her shower wall with a slight huff. “How do I know you won’t kill me?”

Rio smiled wider. “Agatha Harkness, CMO of Experience Holdings.” She let her eyes connect with Agatha’s. “A bit cliche for a serial killer, more psychopath or narcissist, but I think I’ll take my chances with a body like that.” She clicked her tongue. “And I don’t kill for sport.”

Agatha glared. “Do you ever stop talking?”

Rio shrugged as she leaned in close, Agatha’s breath hitching like she was expecting to be ravaged, when Rio reached past her for the shampoo, “Thanks.”

Agatha leaned forward slightly as Rio started to wash her own hair, Agatha’s movements didn’t go unnoticed. As Rio lathered the suds, she winked. “Want me to wash you next?”

Agatha ripped the bottle from her hands. “I can wash myself.” She squirted too much into her hands and frowned at the waste. Rio’s soft hands came in and swiped it away, fixing the situation. 

“I can use this instead of soap.” She started to lather her body and when she realized she still had too much, she looked at Agatha a bit hesitant. “Can I?” She indicated her body and Agatha tensed. 

“I… uh…”

Rio nodded, her face soft. “What about just your back?”

Agatha nodded and turned before her face could heat up. She reached out and steadied herself on the wall when Rio started to soap and then massage at her back. Agatha at first hissing at the sensation then releasing a breath as the kinks were worked out. 

Rio’s voice was calm but held a bit of regret in her tone. “I didn’t mean to hurt you last night, sometimes I can be a bit rough.” Agatha moved to turn but Rio grabbed her shoulders and started to massage them and Agatha forgot where she was.

“You’re tense.”

Agatha sighed. “You looked me up, you know my job is stressful,”

Rio hummed. “Hm, more stressful than your mother? What is the story there anyway?”

Agatha didn’t speak and the only sounds that filled the room were the water droplets hitting their bodies. After a time, Agatha gave what she could as a response. “She’s a religious bigot. Hates everything about me and everything I have become. Typical stuff.” Rio continued to work on her shoulders and when her hands disappeared, Agatha turned. Rio’s face would have been passive if her eyes wouldn’t have held so much emotion. 

“I’ve got this, Agatha. You can trust me.”

Agatha rinsed off and moved to exit the shower. “Leave me your number on your way out. I’ll be in touch.”