THIS IS A SEQUEL! it will make no sense if you haven't read blind dates first! anyways, first chapter! go me!

I smiled at the confused four year old.

"Look at these two crayons." I picked two up and kneeled down beside her. "One, two." I pointed at each. "Now what if we were to add another? How many crayons would we have?"

Her brow furrowed.

"Use your numberline." I said, tapping it. Her small hand traced along it.

"Three?"

"That's right! Now see if you can do some of these." I pushed the worksheet towards her and she took it eagerly.

My phone buzzed on the desk. I quickly walked over to it, curious, and read the text.

"Ok children! I want you all to put your heads down and take a nap."

The class of junior infants instantly obeyed. I grabbed my bag and walked out of the room, leaving my blackberry on the desk. They're coming, the text from Steve had clearly read. I dropped a note in at the office and walked out. I slid into the already waiting car.

"How did they find us this time?"

"I'm guessing they followed us."

"We have to leave the country. It's been too close too many times."

"Agreed."

I started taking off the constricting pencil skirt and white blouse.

"Why are you changing?"

"If it comes to it, I won't be able to fight in that."

He nodded. I reached into the back seat and pulled out the t-shirt and jeans I kept in the car for situations like these.

"Eyes on the road." I reminded him as his eyes drifted to my lacy red bra.

"Right. Of course."

"Airport. Now."

He nodded and sped up.

We flew to London that night. But we both agreed that it would be better to go to continental Europe and left after only a few days.

We landed in Paris late at night. The city was still bright against the midnight sky. I reached for Steve's hand as we walked out of the airport into the drizzle.

"What now?" He asked, looking around with the scanning manner of a spy.

"We're in Paris, the city of love. Why not have some fun?"

He looked down at me and smiled. "Where to?"

"I know a place. But first we need to change." I looked down at the casual t-shirt and distressed jeans I had put on that morning. "Come on." I grabbed his hand and pulled him to a waiting cab. I gave the driver the address to a hotel.

"So who are we now?" Steve asked with a smile.

"How about... Young Canadian couple on their honeymoon? How's your accent?"

"Alright eh?" Steve joked in what had to be the worst ever Canadian accent.

I laughed. "Maybe just stick to American."

"Fine by me."

The cab pulled to a stop after a while and I stepped out.

"A five star hotel. Low profile." Steve said, grabbing our bags.

"Don't worry. It'll be fine. They won't look for us here, they'll look in more discrete places."

Steve frowned, then shook his head and sighed. "Woman logic is confusing."

"Hey! Now just play along." I grabbed his hand and pulled him into the hotel.

"Hey! I think we have a reservation." I said cheerfully to the receptionist. As soon as the words were out of my mouth I turned to Steve and kissed him.

"Under what name?"

"Stop it!" I giggled, playfully slapping away the hands that had slid up my top. "Oh, um, sorry, I think it should be under Clinton. Daddy said that he'd do it under his name."

"Come on Chels, let's go."

"Wait! We have to check in!"

"I'm sorry miss, but we don't have any reservations under that name."

Steve frowned. "Are you sure? Mr. Clinton said he would..."

"Marc! You know he's told you to call him Bill!"

"Sorry, I know, he's just a little intimidating."

"But you know what, I think a presidential suite just opened up!" The receptionist said with a smile.

"Really? That's great!"

She signalled to a concierge who came and took our bags from Steve. "So how would you like to pay for it?"

"Is cash okay?"

"Of course!" She said with another smile.

I pulled out my wallet. "How much?"

"1,200 please. And that's per night. Do you have any idea how long you'll be staying?"

"Not really. Maybe a few weeks?"

"That sounds lovely. Have you been here before?"

"Not here specifically, but I've been to Paris a few times before."

She nodded and smiled as the transaction went through. "Have a nice stay!"

I smiled once more and pulled Steve into the elevator.

"President's daughter. Nice touch Chelsea."

"We're just lucky I died my hair for our last cover." I said, loosening the thick blonde plait.

"Your hair's gotten longer." Steve commented softly as his strong hands started gently massaging my neck. He was right; my hair was almost waist length.

"I haven't had a chance to cut it."

"You shouldn't; I like it long."

I closed my eyes for a moment. I was tired.

"Come on!" I grabbed his hand as soon as the elevator doors closed and pulled him out. The concierge was waiting with our bags.

"Right this way, sir, madame." He led us to a room and unlocked the door. He put our bags down and left with a smile.

"I'm going to shower. You probably should too."

I quickly stripped and showered, letting the hot water flow over my tense body.

"Remind me to book a massage tomorrow." I said to Steve as I left the bathroom. I started searching through my suitcase for the right dress. Smooth black silk down to mid thigh; strapless with a low sweetheart neckline. I put on a fitted beige blazer over it and four inch wedge heels. I finished the outfit with a diamond necklace.

Steve was already showered and dressed by the time I was done with makeup.

"So are you going to tell me where we're going?"

"You'll see." I took his hand and led him into the elevator.

"Would you like me to call for a limousine? It will only take a few minutes at most." The concierge said as we walked out the door.

"Yes, thank you!"

A black stretch limo pulled up in front of the hotel. I smiled and walked out. The driver immediately stood and opened the door for us.

"Where to?"

I gave him the address in French. It only took around twenty minutes before we pulled to a stop outside the restaurant.

"Fancy." Steve said, stepping out onto the street.

"You haven't dined in Paris until you've dined in Le Grand Verfour." I took the hand he offered me and stood. "We need to be careful. The French mafia is based here."

"Wait, what? There's a French mafia? And how do you even know?"

"Well how do you think I know about it? Of course I came here on a mission."

"So what was the mission that when you left they were still active?"

"Only taking out the boss, and they're easily replaced."

I walked forward into the brightly lit building. "Table for two please?"

"Of course. Right this way, sir, madame."

The hostess led us to a candlelit table. I sat down. "Your finest bottle of red wine first please." I said, not even bothering to look at the wine menu.

"Of course madame."

I looked down at the menu, my blonde curls falling forward. "So ever tried the infamous snails?"

"Can't say that I have. Or that I ever want to."

"Oh come on! They're not that bad. They taste just like chicken."

"If I wanted something that tasted like chicken I'd have chicken."

"Baby!" I teased just as the waiter arrived with the wine.

"Thank you!" I said in French, sipping the crimson liquid.

We ordered and ate. I went outside while he payed.

"How dare you come back here!" I heard a voice say in French before I was tackled to the ground.

I leapt to my feet and pulled out a knife.

I looked at my attacker and saw the son of the mob boss I had killed.

"You killed my father, you Russian whore!"

He came at me again and I dodged, instead pushing him against the wall in a chokehold.

"You want me to do the same to you?" I threatened.

He tried struggling but I held hint there. I could smell the alcohol off his breath.

I threw him down an alleyway and kicked his head with enough force to knock the memory of this from his head.

"We need to leave." I said to Steve, who was just leaving the restaurant.

He nodded and flagged down a taxi.

"No. Let's walk." I grabbed his hand and quickly walked away.

"What happened?"

"A relation of my victim recognized me. He attacked. I disabled him but he won't have been alone. We need to circle around, in case they're tailing us."

"So where do you suggest we go?"

"We're in Paris. Why not see the sights?"

"What can we see at midnight?"

"Everything." I smiled and walked ahead.

"First up is the Louvre."

"Is that even open?"

"Of course not. It's midnight Steve."

"So what do you suggest we do, just stand outside and look at the building?"

"Wrong again." I slipped off my heels.

"Natasha... you can't seriously be suggesting we break into the place."

"That's exactly what I'm suggesting."

"How?"

"There was one a suspicion that someone had hidden drugs in a painting and then sent that painting to the Louvre. I had to break in and check."

"Of course you did."

"Admittedly I had more equipment and more appropriate clothes. But I can do it."

I stepped back and then ran forward, leaping onto a tree and then launching myself onto the roof, landing elegant .

"Come on up." I smirked at him.

"This is illegal." He called up to me. But he was still walking back.

"What isn't these days?"

He ran up and jumped, landing with somewhat less grace than me.

I pulled out a knife and crouched over the glass section of the roof. I carefully cut it open and took away a wide section of the glass.

"Ladies first." Steve said uncertainly, looking down into the darkness.

I smirked. "Baby!" I dropped myself down and landed in a catlike crouch on all fours.

"Come on down!" I heard the hiss of air against fabric and the slight bump of someone landing.

"I can't see anything."

"I can fix that." I quickly walked to the administration office and pulled out a hairpin. A few seconds later the door swung open. I flicked the switches and the entire gallery lit up.

I walked back over to Steve, who was looking around in awe.

I took his hand and led him around the ancient building, occasionally pausing to give random details.

"I think it may be time to go." I said as alarms went off.

"How did you get out last time?"

"I told you, we had more equipment. We used grappling hooks."

"Of course. And you didn't think to tell me that."

"Well, you know, spur of the moment and all that."

I looked around. I could hear police sirens approaching. "Hide!" I hissed at the last minute, pushing him into a cupboard.

I put on a sexy smile and walked out through the front door.

"Freeze! Put your hands up where I can see them!"

"Of course officer." I said seductively in French.

He walked over and pulled out handcuffs.

"Close your eyes." I whispered, leaning forward. He immediately obeyed. By the time he opened them again I was long gone.

"So. Ever seen the Eiffel Tower?" I asked Steve as we walked away.

"Nope."

"Come on so."

I put my shoes back on and walked ahead.

"You want the best view in Paris?" I said with a grin, looking up at the immense structure.

"Ok, no. You just nearly got both of us arrested. No way in hell am I climbing up the Eiffel Tower."

I pouted. "Oh come on! It'll be fun!"

"Not happening."

"Suit yourself then." I smirked and easily started climbing up.

"I'll call the cops."

"No you won't."

"Just come down."

"Never." I swung back and jumped down, landing with a smirk.

"You're insane."

"I know I am. Come on. We've probably lost them by now." I took his hand and slid into a cab.

I led him up to our room in the hotel.

"You know this bed is an antique." I murmured as he started hungrily kissing my neck.

"We'll have to be careful not to break it then."

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