Casmirs gaze shifted to Nadjas chest. I wish my blouse fit me half as good as yours fits you. She made a show of sticking out her chest, her modest 32B no match for Nadjas full-figured 34C. Maybe I should have implants. What do you think?
Men like petite women. Nadja pushed Casss long honey-colored hair off her shoulder and it rippled down her back to tease her waist. You have gorgeous hair, and rescue-me-please eyes. She fluttered her own to emphasize the fact. Just look what that combination accomplished with Yurii Petrov, a man rumored to have no heart. He fell in love.
He wasnt in love with me, Casmir argued. He was in lust. Anyway, I want to forget that mission. Him.
Im sure you do, but he will never forget you. Im sure of that. Nadja pointed to the diamond-and-ruby ring on Casmirs finger. I see youre still wearing the ring he gave you. Why is that? If youre trying to forget
I dont ever want to forget. Casmir held up her hand and studied the priceless bauble on her slender finger. This reminds me of what can happen when you start to enjoy your work too much. Luckily I came to my senses in time. Yurii was not a nice man.
There are no nice men, Cass. They only exist in a weak womans mind.
Im beginning to believe that. Who do you think will be going to Austria? Casmir asked, changing the subject. I hope its not me. I just got back from Munich and Im still trying to catch up on my sleep.
Unlike you, I was hoping it would be me, Nadja admitted. But I overslept this morning, and you know how Polax feels about scheduled appointments. Hes probably already crossed me off the list for walking through the front door late.
She gave Casmir an oh-well shrug, though in her heart she felt sick about the lost chance. She needed to be on that plane bound for Austria. It was the only way to find out what had happened to Ruger.
Ill be back with the coffee, she said.
It had been five years since hed seen her. But Bjorn remembered that night in Vienna like it was yesterday.
Hed been on Onyxx business, and Nadja was most likely on similar business for Quest. Although at the time, who she was or where she worked hadnt been important. The only thing he had cared about when hed seen her was celebrating the end of a long four-month field mission by getting laid.
He had gone out to a keller for a bite to eat and had just finished his meal when shed entered the small restaurant wearing knee-high black boots, snowflakes in her wild blond hair.
She was breathless, her nose and cheeks as red as her wool cape. It wasnt the same wool cape she was wearing when she stepped into the elevator today, but the similarities had been uncanny. So much so that it
had put him back in Vienna in a blink of an eye.
That night she had made a quick search of the keller, located the rear exit, then left as quickly as she had appeared. Hed read the signs, knew she was on the run. Hed paid for his meal, then followed her, his plan self-serving. Help her out of her tight spotwhatever it wasthen later, if she was willing, out of her clothes.
With that in mind, hed stepped out the back door just as gunfire erupted in the alley. As bullets ricocheted off the brick walls, he had grabbed her hand and raced for cover.
On the run, she had pulled her .45 from her thigh holster and returned fire. Her smooth moves and unruffled response had assured him that she was no novice at dodging bullets and getting out of tight spots.
It had been cold as hell that night, and after they had eluded the gunman, he had hot-wired a car and driven them to an inn on the outskirts of the city. Inside a spartan room, safe from the outside world and the nasty weather, Nadja had expressed her gratitude as she had pulled the red cape from her shoulders.
Hed suggested a hot shower to warm her upshe was shiveringand when shed agreed, hed gone into the bathroom and turned on the water.
On his way out, and on her way in, she had given him a look. Her sexy soft-brown eyesthe door left ajar
An invitation?
No man would have seen it differently.
From the bedroom hed enjoyed the show as she removed her boots, then the custom-made Springfield along with the red leather holster strapped to her thigh. Hed watched her slip off her silk stockings and red garter belt. Then her panties and bra.
With each piece she dropped to the floor, his blood had surged hotter and hotter, until Until hed stashed his two .38s under the mattress and entered the bathroom.
His plan of sweeping her off her feet hadnt been necessary. He had stripped and stepped into the shower, and had been backed up against the wall immediately. She had put his cock inside her so damn quick that he hadnt lasted three minutes the first time. But then, neither had she. Shed gone off like a firecracker.
The second time had been almost as quick.
But the third
Polax was wrong about Nadjas endurance.
Looking back on that night, she had never broken a sweat. Not while they had been on the run, or after an hour in the shower. When shed stepped out, hed stayed inside. Hed needed a minute to recover from the most amazing sex hed ever experienced.