just scared of you. He still thinks you"re really hot.”
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53
“I am hot,” Kael said, and Angel"s ringing laughter rewarded him. He watched
his boy"s lovely body quiver as laughter shook him, and he joined in. “Why is that so
funny? Are you saying I"m not hot, boy?”
Angel"s laughter quieted, and he spoke with deep sincerity. “You are smokin",
Daddy. I love you.”
“You"re smokin" too, boy.” Leaning forward, Kael kissed Angel long and gently
on the mouth. “I"m going to unfasten you, but don"t move. I"ll help you up slowly to
make sure you keep your balance.” When Angel was free, Kael lifted him to his feet.
His boy immediately wrapped his arms around Kael"s waist, resting his head on his
chest. “Good boy, good boy. How do you feel?”
“Daddy, I feel great.”
Running his hand over Angel"s buttocks, Kael felt the welts rising. “You are
definitely going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.”
Angel tilted his chin to look up into Kael"s eyes, a confident and satisfied smile
on his face. “Daddy, sometimes I feel like I can do anything. You make me feel so
strong.”
Pride and a fierce desire to protect his boy swamped Kael"s emotions. “You can
do anything, just not all at once, boy. You have to grow and mature slowly.”
“Daddy, I want to do the work you do.”
“I don"t do that anymore. I"m a teacher now.” Angel"s beautiful steady eyes
remained on his, questioning. “I"m still teaching, just not languages.”
“What exactly do you teach in your afternoon classes, Daddy?”
“Survival skills, like we did at the castle. All the same stuff I teach you. But
you get one-to-one, dedicated instruction. You"re lucky.” He grabbed Angel"s chin
and wagged it gently.
“I know that, Daddy. I also know what you"re leaving for in the morning. I
knew you"d go back to it.”
A creeping anger confused Kael for a moment. “Why"s that?” Angel had
moments of amazing wisdom, but Kael was still the boss in the relationship.
“Daddy, it"s not just what you do. It"s who you are.”
“Is it?” His boy"s gaze remained unwaveringly on his. He leaned down into
Angel"s face. “Sometimes you even look like Yoda.” A grin cracked Angel"s face. “Go
and get the bloody dinner out. I"m starved.”
“You have to let me out first,” Angel said, still grinning.
Kael unlocked the door and watched his boy"s elegant walk as he headed naked
toward the kitchen.
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Fyn Alexander
Chapter Six
Buenos Aires, Argentina
The Aeropuerto Internacional de Ezeiza Ministro Pistarini was jammed with
people. Kael"s height was sometimes a problem in that it made him stand out, but it
was handy in crowds. Without seeming to look about, he scanned the arrivals
lounge and knew before he was approached that the small, thin man, looking like
an ordinary taxi driver, was there for him.
“Señor, I am here to pick up Alberto Rivera,” the man said.
“My name is Alberto Ramirez. Will you take me instead?”
“Follow me.”
The code exchange was perfect. The taxi driver was his contact. The flight had
taken thirteen hours, and with the time difference, Kael had landed at around six
p.m.
“They told me you were big and would wear black.” His contact spoke in
Spanish. On a job Kael always dressed in smart, black trousers and a black jacket, a
black crew-neck shirt, and black leather shoes with leather soles. He replied in
perfect Spanish, “They were right.”
It was a little after seven p.m. when the taxi stopped outside the Four Seasons
hotel on Posadas. The hotel consisted of an old-fashioned mansion house and, a
short distance away across the swimming pool, a modern tower. The driver stopped
outside an innocuous back door of the tower that Kael already knew led to the
kitchens and storerooms. “Thirty minutes,” the driver said.
Kael exited without a word and entered the hotel. He had studied the
instructions and layout
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53
“I am hot,” Kael said, and Angel"s ringing laughter rewarded him. He watched
his boy"s lovely body quiver as laughter shook him, and he joined in. “Why is that so
funny? Are you saying I"m not hot, boy?”
Angel"s laughter quieted, and he spoke with deep sincerity. “You are smokin",
Daddy. I love you.”
“You"re smokin" too, boy.” Leaning forward, Kael kissed Angel long and gently
on the mouth. “I"m going to unfasten you, but don"t move. I"ll help you up slowly to
make sure you keep your balance.” When Angel was free, Kael lifted him to his feet.
His boy immediately wrapped his arms around Kael"s waist, resting his head on his
chest. “Good boy, good boy. How do you feel?”
“Daddy, I feel great.”
Running his hand over Angel"s buttocks, Kael felt the welts rising. “You are
definitely going to have a hard time sitting down tomorrow.”
Angel tilted his chin to look up into Kael"s eyes, a confident and satisfied smile
on his face. “Daddy, sometimes I feel like I can do anything. You make me feel so
strong.”
Pride and a fierce desire to protect his boy swamped Kael"s emotions. “You can
do anything, just not all at once, boy. You have to grow and mature slowly.”
“Daddy, I want to do the work you do.”
“I don"t do that anymore. I"m a teacher now.” Angel"s beautiful steady eyes
remained on his, questioning. “I"m still teaching, just not languages.”
“What exactly do you teach in your afternoon classes, Daddy?”
“Survival skills, like we did at the castle. All the same stuff I teach you. But
you get one-to-one, dedicated instruction. You"re lucky.” He grabbed Angel"s chin
and wagged it gently.
“I know that, Daddy. I also know what you"re leaving for in the morning. I
knew you"d go back to it.”
A creeping anger confused Kael for a moment. “Why"s that?” Angel had
moments of amazing wisdom, but Kael was still the boss in the relationship.
“Daddy, it"s not just what you do. It"s who you are.”
“Is it?” His boy"s gaze remained unwaveringly on his. He leaned down into
Angel"s face. “Sometimes you even look like Yoda.” A grin cracked Angel"s face. “Go
and get the bloody dinner out. I"m starved.”
“You have to let me out first,” Angel said, still grinning.
Kael unlocked the door and watched his boy"s elegant walk as he headed naked
toward the kitchen.
54
Fyn Alexander
Chapter Six
Buenos Aires, Argentina
The Aeropuerto Internacional de Ezeiza Ministro Pistarini was jammed with
people. Kael"s height was sometimes a problem in that it made him stand out, but it
was handy in crowds. Without seeming to look about, he scanned the arrivals
lounge and knew before he was approached that the small, thin man, looking like
an ordinary taxi driver, was there for him.
“Señor, I am here to pick up Alberto Rivera,” the man said.
“My name is Alberto Ramirez. Will you take me instead?”
“Follow me.”
The code exchange was perfect. The taxi driver was his contact. The flight had
taken thirteen hours, and with the time difference, Kael had landed at around six
p.m.
“They told me you were big and would wear black.” His contact spoke in
Spanish. On a job Kael always dressed in smart, black trousers and a black jacket, a
black crew-neck shirt, and black leather shoes with leather soles. He replied in
perfect Spanish, “They were right.”
It was a little after seven p.m. when the taxi stopped outside the Four Seasons
hotel on Posadas. The hotel consisted of an old-fashioned mansion house and, a
short distance away across the swimming pool, a modern tower. The driver stopped
outside an innocuous back door of the tower that Kael already knew led to the
kitchens and storerooms. “Thirty minutes,” the driver said.
Kael exited without a word and entered the hotel. He had studied the
instructions and layout
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