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upset?”
    Slap again! This time
harder. Rick put one hand to his face and pulled it back, looking at
the blood on it. He licked the blood off his hand and smiled at her.
    “Good,”
he said. “Now you can be sure they heard it. You can tell the
police I wanted to do something depraved and they won’t ask.
Well they might ask, but you can come up with something. I’d
say something but I don’t need you hitting me so hard I lose a
tooth. Now slap me some more, princess.”
    Slap! Slap! Slap! He
grabbed her hands and she could feel the cold steel of his fingers in
her wrists. She was breathing hard from the blows she’d just
hit him with and was looking at him in rage. What she wanted to say
she couldn’t because the last thing she needed right now was
someone to call the manager. She was in a rage and wanted to pound
him into the floor, in spite of the danger to her. And then it hit
her: she was doing just what he wanted.
    Monique looked at
Rick and seethed. He was smiling; she was just a game piece in
whatever he was playing. Monique could feel his breath on her face;
his hard muscles were pushing up against her body. And she could feel
his erection on her leg. She was tempted to slam her leg up and send
his Johnson to the hospital. Who the hell did he think he was to mess
up her life in St. Petersburg? Now the only thing Monique could hope
for would be to get out with the money she’d stashed for an
emergency. Good luck getting another job in the United States with
this on her resume. All she wanted to do was eventually open a day
care center in Philadelphia for poor families. Why did Mr. Secret
Agent Man have to come and mess it all up? She felt the tears start
to swell in her eyes. Why did she have to be walking past that
building when the bomb went off? It wasn’t fair!
    “Don’t
worry, I’ll take care of you,” he said. “I’m
sorry this has had to happen to you, but you’re a small little
pawn on this chess board. I’m the knight who is running
interference for you so the bishop doesn’t crush us both.”
    She started crying
and didn’t care who heard it. Hell, he probably wanted the
people in the next room to hear her cry. It was all part of some sick
plan and she didn’t even know what it was. He released her
wrists and Monique fell to the pillow, soaking it with her tears. She
was in some mess now. In the morning her mother would be reading
about her in the paper. She could see it now: “Local Teacher
Implicated in Russian Spy Sting”. She sobbed away for a good
five minutes while Rick laid back and sighed.
    “Cry if it
makes you feel better,” he told her. “I can’t reach
my dead drop till tomorrow when the sun comes up anyway.”
    “Dead drop?”
she said turning around. Monique was drying her tears.
    “It’s
what you call a place to leave messages,” he explained to her.
“As opposed to a live drop. I have them all over St.
Petersburg. It’s how I communicate with my handlers when I’m
over here. I can’t trust the Internet in and out of this
country. Too many people monitoring the traffic to make that a
possibility. I need to check the one near your apartment tomorrow.”
    Here she was, in bed
with a handsome and hunky man and all she wanted to do was get him
out of her life. A few days ago she was walking on air when he gave
her his business card. Now she never wanted to see him again. It
would have been better if she’d never walked into that coffee
shop.
    “We need to get
a few hours’ sleep,” he told her. “The morning
traffic won’t be starting till six and I can check my dead
drop. I need to make sure they took what I left for them after I hit
the building.”
    “I thought you
were sent in to blow something up?” she pointed out. Now that
the confrontation was over, Monique was starting to feel a little
better. She was still scared for her life.
    “Setting the
bomb off in their office and destroying their database hack was
priority one,” he explained. “The