time, I’ll bring the contract with me.”
Lifting her up gently and untying her hands, he rubbed her wrists softly.
“I have to go.”
He brought her wrists up to his face, kissing them tenderly. Letting them go, he placed his hands on the sides of her face, holding her as he brought his lips to hers and kissed her gently.
“I will see you here tomorrow at 8pm.”
He stood in the doorway looking back at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said quietly.
He rushed down the hallway needing privacy to make the call. As he walked, his mind was whirling. What the hell was he doing? He had never acted this way before, with such sexual aggression and yet something in their situation, something in her, caused it. She bewitched him. Her delicate pale skin, her deep searching eyes, her rebellion and denial. Her compliance. She was beautiful, in an understated way; but she was also wild and full of spirit and that excited him in a way he had not known. He cursed her for her willingness to let him do that to her; goading him, setting off something in him beyond logic. He cautioned himself to stop. To use her sexually was one thing; but this felt like something more, something confusing and unfamiliar, something that consuming. This was not his objective. He didn’t need anyone. He didn’t need her. He couldn’t be with anyone. It wasn’t possible.
He felt like he was making his way across a troubled landscape, shards of glass littering the path, hidden traps set to spring. Metaphorical images; for it wasn’t his physical safety he worried for, but for his heart. Despite his denials to himself, he knew he would come back again.
Tara stayed alone in the Library, in shock. Was he really being serious about a Contract? After what had just happened, she believed her really could be. Leaving the Library and walking out into the busy foyer, she felt as if her indiscretion was written all over her face for everyone to see. Her shame, her lust. She left the Club quickly, glad that no-one knew her there. As she walked to the Metro, all she could see was the previous scene in her mind.
When Damien reached the office, Todd was waiting for him.
“This had better be good!” Damien said, smiling, shaking his head. “What have you got for me?”
“His car was found at a casino in Arizona.”
“Was he driving it?”
“No, some small-time criminal; but our guys tracked the man, grabbed him, questioned him. Said he got the car through a dealer, but on closer questioning, it turned out he stole it from a street on Phoenix. We’re checking whose house the car was found outside. Soon as we get the info I’ll let you know. We’ve got someone waiting outside the house for when they come home. It’s a rental property. Hopefully the tenant will be back at some point today.”
“Good work Todd. Let’s see where this leads to.”
What had Mike been doing in Phoenix? He wanted to go there and find out, but he knew his men on the ground wouldn’t let Mike slip away if they spotted him, and chances were he’d have moved on by now. He knew this could be a slow burner, and he had an important client meeting to attend here in DC the next morning; he needed to keep the Company revenue flowing. As CEO he needed to be at the heart of negotiations on any new contracts they won. He didn’t want word getting out about his cash situation. He wanted his good reputation to be maintained. Added to that was the knowledge that he couldn’t do the things he so urgently wanted to do to Tara if he went to Phoenix.
Leaving the office he headed to a client site over in Virginia. As he drove he relished the opportunity to ponder this latest news. He could be very close to getting his hands on Mike; or it could be another dead end like all the rest. His thoughts drifted easily to Tara. Though he had his men on her twenty four hours a day and her apartment and cell bugged, ever since Mike had gone, there had been no trace of any contact between