bit down on her lip thinking about those big hands and arms. She’d wondered things about a mark she’d never thought before. Like what would those big hands feel like on her?
Frowning she took another sip of her drink. She was almost disappointed to have to bring him in. It was fun watching him. He was so deliberate and thorough, and that picture from the halo-computer did him no justice. He wasn’t pretty and trimmed like many men were; he was raw and virile. Tall and hard where it mattered, just how she liked her men.
Nevertheless, she was the hunter and he was the prey—it was the nature of the universe. Besides, 250,000 Yens was nothing to scoff at. That much money would keep her fed and clothed for quite awhile. Especially in case work got low.
She lifted her drink for another sip, but stopped mid-motion, when the front door opened and in came her mark. She continued with her sip as if nothing happened. As if her heart didn’t suddenly pound in her chest and butterflies dance in her stomach. Several patrons eyed her mark with varying expressions of envy, anger, and lust. Speaking of lust...a woman with thick, blonde hair piled sexily atop her head walked up to her mark, wrapped her arms around his thick neck, and leaned her head on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. He stiffened slightly, smiled broadly, then winked before setting her away. The grin he gave her could have wooed any woman’s panties off in a second. The blonde woman frowned, but her eyes lit up when she spotted another good-looking male in the back. This time the male didn’t dismiss her. Her mark made his way to the bar.
Damn, Mina thought, he was good. He was the kind of man you just want to tie up and lick melted chocolate off of. Mustn’t think like that, Mina, she scolded herself. He’s just a mark. Then why did a very feminine part of her want to tear off that blonde-haired woman’s head when she touched him? Mina quickly stopped her straying thoughts as he took his seat.
She truly hadn’t thought it possible, but he was so much more attractive in person. Watching him from far away and through a small lens didn’t do him justice. Statues should be built after this man.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as he met with the bartender. They exchanged words too soft to hear. Word on his file said he often conducts business with Mr. Valenco, the bartender. Though, what that business was she didn’t know. Could be a fuck or could be black market alien weapons. Her fingers tapped a soft beat on the bar as she watched their conversation. He turned down the blonde woman so she was betting he wasn’t here to fuck. She smiled slyly into her cup to hide her grin.
Jeron and the bartender broke away from their conversation and this time she could hear him. “Get me a drink while you’re at it, Adam.” Oh my, she thought hotly, his voice made a woman think of sweaty bodies and hard sex. Bartender Adam set a tall glass of golden liquid in front of her mark.
Mina sipped the last drops of her drink and stood.
It’s time.
Her clingy red satin dress fell to her thighs, and as she sauntered to her mark, the slits of the dress generously flashed her rounded thighs to perfection. Her breasts looked like ample sin and her heels were tall enough to make a man hard on sight. Which was exactly what she wanted.
She pulled her hair up into a dark sexy bun atop her head, with just enough hair escaping to look wild. Her neck and arms were bare, showing off her smooth creamy skin. She dressed to win tonight.
As if in slow motion, her mark turned his head and saw her. His eyes went from bored to hot in a second. A thrill of pleasure surged through her like a bolt of electricity. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate and when they locked with hers, she shivered. Her stomach did a flop, and she had the urge to cover it with her hand. The short distance to his side seemed like a mile. Choosing the barstool next to him, she faced him and
Frowning she took another sip of her drink. She was almost disappointed to have to bring him in. It was fun watching him. He was so deliberate and thorough, and that picture from the halo-computer did him no justice. He wasn’t pretty and trimmed like many men were; he was raw and virile. Tall and hard where it mattered, just how she liked her men.
Nevertheless, she was the hunter and he was the prey—it was the nature of the universe. Besides, 250,000 Yens was nothing to scoff at. That much money would keep her fed and clothed for quite awhile. Especially in case work got low.
She lifted her drink for another sip, but stopped mid-motion, when the front door opened and in came her mark. She continued with her sip as if nothing happened. As if her heart didn’t suddenly pound in her chest and butterflies dance in her stomach. Several patrons eyed her mark with varying expressions of envy, anger, and lust. Speaking of lust...a woman with thick, blonde hair piled sexily atop her head walked up to her mark, wrapped her arms around his thick neck, and leaned her head on his shoulder as she whispered in his ear. He stiffened slightly, smiled broadly, then winked before setting her away. The grin he gave her could have wooed any woman’s panties off in a second. The blonde woman frowned, but her eyes lit up when she spotted another good-looking male in the back. This time the male didn’t dismiss her. Her mark made his way to the bar.
Damn, Mina thought, he was good. He was the kind of man you just want to tie up and lick melted chocolate off of. Mustn’t think like that, Mina, she scolded herself. He’s just a mark. Then why did a very feminine part of her want to tear off that blonde-haired woman’s head when she touched him? Mina quickly stopped her straying thoughts as he took his seat.
She truly hadn’t thought it possible, but he was so much more attractive in person. Watching him from far away and through a small lens didn’t do him justice. Statues should be built after this man.
She watched out of the corner of her eye as he met with the bartender. They exchanged words too soft to hear. Word on his file said he often conducts business with Mr. Valenco, the bartender. Though, what that business was she didn’t know. Could be a fuck or could be black market alien weapons. Her fingers tapped a soft beat on the bar as she watched their conversation. He turned down the blonde woman so she was betting he wasn’t here to fuck. She smiled slyly into her cup to hide her grin.
Jeron and the bartender broke away from their conversation and this time she could hear him. “Get me a drink while you’re at it, Adam.” Oh my, she thought hotly, his voice made a woman think of sweaty bodies and hard sex. Bartender Adam set a tall glass of golden liquid in front of her mark.
Mina sipped the last drops of her drink and stood.
It’s time.
Her clingy red satin dress fell to her thighs, and as she sauntered to her mark, the slits of the dress generously flashed her rounded thighs to perfection. Her breasts looked like ample sin and her heels were tall enough to make a man hard on sight. Which was exactly what she wanted.
She pulled her hair up into a dark sexy bun atop her head, with just enough hair escaping to look wild. Her neck and arms were bare, showing off her smooth creamy skin. She dressed to win tonight.
As if in slow motion, her mark turned his head and saw her. His eyes went from bored to hot in a second. A thrill of pleasure surged through her like a bolt of electricity. His eyes were the color of dark chocolate and when they locked with hers, she shivered. Her stomach did a flop, and she had the urge to cover it with her hand. The short distance to his side seemed like a mile. Choosing the barstool next to him, she faced him and
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