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New idea inspired from a couple tom cruise movies
Chase walked through the hotel suite they had paid for under their cover identities. Out the windows he could get a decent glimpse of the eiffel tower and the lights of Paris, the city of love, shined as evening became night.
She had just turned off the water in the shower. Chase walked into the bathroom his hand grabbing the red towel she had left on the sink. When she opened the fogged up shower door he shot his other hand grabbing her wrist even as she blinked in surprise at my presence. He pulled her across the room and straight for the bathroom mirror.
Her reflexes were good and her training was quick to cut in, afterall it was the best Langley could provide. Her hand stopped her face from slamming into the mirror by a hairsbreadth.
Chase didn't even see the combination sudden spin and twist to break my hold on her wrist instantly followed by a counterattack of her own. He felt more than saw the elbow she threw for his temple. His managed to block it but not the knee that slammed into his side like a hammer.
He staggered to the side as pain lanced through nerves, but I had training too, and a hefty dose more experience to sharpen that training to razor clarity. He caught the knifehand thrust aimed straight for his windpipe. That would've been very debilitating to him and probably had ended the fight right there-good girl.
Chase twisted her hand pulling her in close against him. All wet and naked and sexy as hell. Her ass pressed into his groin like it was made to go there. They were facing the mirror and she could see our reflection staring back at us. She stopped struggling as she finally had the time to recognize me.
"Sorry to blow up like that to the director about this," He told her, "I went for a walk to clear my head." He handed her the towel and leaned against the bathroom sink as she began to use it to dry herself off.
"You were right," He continued, "It's just another mission. It won't mean anything."
She came to him then and they kissed. For Chase it was a kiss of a male claiming his mate, marking his territory-possesive, primal.
When the kiss broke and she pulled back he said. "Let's go over it again. Our mission's target is a man named Donovan Jerou, handsome, rich, powerful, and a total arms-dealing scumbag. Unfortunately he's acquired russian nuclear launch codes which he intends to sell to terrorist groups. He's a member of an underground sex club for wealthy powerful scumbags the world over. This club hires high-class callgirls for their ritualized orgies and that's your way in."
Chase walked into the bedroom to see the dress and mask she intended to use tonight. "You will infiltrate the party as one of those callgirls. There you'll locate and seduce Jerou to get him alone with you. Then you'll convince him to tell you the location of the codes so I can retrieve them."
He looked over his shoulder to her, "Just another mission."
Two hours later she was on her way to the out of the way mansion the scumbags were holding their perverted masquerade ball. Chase sat at the laptop looking at the image her contact lens cam transmitted. Hearing over their earbud the conversation she was having with a couple of the other girls as they rode in the limousine.
He was meant to support her for this. She had the training, the focus, and the drive. She could do this. The question was could he?
His hand found the wedding ring she had left here with him. Fingers traced its circular shape reassuringly. This was supposed to be their honeymoon, but they were needed, so....
The limo pulled up and Chase focused on the here and now. For her, he would have to.
eyes wide shut masquerade party
Chase walked through the hotel suite they had paid for under their cover identities. Out the windows he could get a decent glimpse of the eiffel tower and the lights of Paris, the city of love, shined as evening became night.
She had just turned off the water in the shower. Chase walked into the bathroom his hand grabbing the red towel she had left on the sink. When she opened the fogged up shower door he shot his other hand grabbing her wrist even as she blinked in surprise at my presence. He pulled her across the room and straight for the bathroom mirror.
Her reflexes were good and her training was quick to cut in, afterall it was the best Langley could provide. Her hand stopped her face from slamming into the mirror by a hairsbreadth.
Chase didn't even see the combination sudden spin and twist to break my hold on her wrist instantly followed by a counterattack of her own. He felt more than saw the elbow she threw for his temple. His managed to block it but not the knee that slammed into his side like a hammer.
He staggered to the side as pain lanced through nerves, but I had training too, and a hefty dose more experience to sharpen that training to razor clarity. He caught the knifehand thrust aimed straight for his windpipe. That would've been very debilitating to him and probably had ended the fight right there-good girl.
Chase twisted her hand pulling her in close against him. All wet and naked and sexy as hell. Her ass pressed into his groin like it was made to go there. They were facing the mirror and she could see our reflection staring back at us. She stopped struggling as she finally had the time to recognize me.
"Sorry to blow up like that to the director about this," He told her, "I went for a walk to clear my head." He handed her the towel and leaned against the bathroom sink as she began to use it to dry herself off.
"You were right," He continued, "It's just another mission. It won't mean anything."
She came to him then and they kissed. For Chase it was a kiss of a male claiming his mate, marking his territory-possesive, primal.
When the kiss broke and she pulled back he said. "Let's go over it again. Our mission's target is a man named Donovan Jerou, handsome, rich, powerful, and a total arms-dealing scumbag. Unfortunately he's acquired russian nuclear launch codes which he intends to sell to terrorist groups. He's a member of an underground sex club for wealthy powerful scumbags the world over. This club hires high-class callgirls for their ritualized orgies and that's your way in."
Chase walked into the bedroom to see the dress and mask she intended to use tonight. "You will infiltrate the party as one of those callgirls. There you'll locate and seduce Jerou to get him alone with you. Then you'll convince him to tell you the location of the codes so I can retrieve them."
He looked over his shoulder to her, "Just another mission."
Two hours later she was on her way to the out of the way mansion the scumbags were holding their perverted masquerade ball. Chase sat at the laptop looking at the image her contact lens cam transmitted. Hearing over their earbud the conversation she was having with a couple of the other girls as they rode in the limousine.
He was meant to support her for this. She had the training, the focus, and the drive. She could do this. The question was could he?
His hand found the wedding ring she had left here with him. Fingers traced its circular shape reassuringly. This was supposed to be their honeymoon, but they were needed, so....
The limo pulled up and Chase focused on the here and now. For her, he would have to.
eyes wide shut masquerade party
