Charlie's Angel (Flash Fiction) by Olivia Teese - HTML preview

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Zee wanted to throttle Charlie Higgins. She was staring up at him with unnerving intensity. Her body was close, too close, their feet almost touched. He maintained a stoic expression. Barely. They were at the warehouse waiting for her father to arrive. She reached up and touched his face with her hands.

“Thank you,” she whispered softly. Zee did not reply. He looked over her head at the walls, trying to ignore her. His hands were in fists at his side as if standing at attention. Zee was breathing heavily, his groin was pulsing.

“I did what I was hired to.”

“So what is your real name,” Charlie asked, her hands sliding from his face down his neck and settling on his chest.

“Or haven’t I earned that privilege?” she teased. She pressed her body closer. Zee was in pain.

“I believe that my decision to be here shows I am not a little girl,” Charlie said forcefully.

“I agree you have made significant progress,” Zee answered.

“But?”

“I am not telling you my real name. Odds are we will never see each other again. It’s pointless.”

“Then I shall give you another one.” Charlie tiptoed; her arms crept back up his chest to slide up the back of his head, drawing it down to hers. She pressed her lips against Zee’s. He did not respond. Charlie tilted her head sideways to gain easier access to his mouth, deepening the kiss. She moaned softly and Zee crumbled as her tongue sought his. His hands unfolded and slid over her backside, lifting her off her feet. He groaned into her mouth as their tongues entwined. Zee suddenly ended the kiss, setting Charlie back down.  

“Kryptonite,” he murmured. She smiled up at him with dazed eyes and poked him softly in the chest.

“I didn’t once hear you complain.” Zee gave her a lopsided grin and shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans. He looked to his right, alert, hearing the creak of the entrance door. Mr. Higgins stepped inside but remained by the doorway. He nodded at Zee, who did the same in return.

“Thank you again Zee,” Charlie said. She took up her red bag which was on the metal desk and turned to leave.

“So what’s my alternate name,” Zee asked her in a low voice. She paused momentarily to look back at him. 

“Charlie’s Angel.” Charlie walked towards her father and they left the building quietly. Zee secretly hoped that she would make a decision in the future, crazy or wise, that would lead to their paths crossing again.                         

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