~Dominique's POV~
It was another hot day in Santa Barbara. I've only been here for two days and already I hate it. I was unloading my dresses from one of the last moving boxes when I heard a strange noise.
"Pff Pfff poo too rrmmm"
I looked over at my now dead air-conditioner in the window seal. I ran over past the pile of empty moving boxes to the air-conditioner.
"Live damn you, live!" I hit the large white box part, in hopes to save what little cool air I had left.
"Pff Pfff poo too rrmmm"
"NOOO!"
I'm doomed! I looked around my new temporary home and saw how almost everything was unpacked and put away. The only thing left was the rest of my clothes. I really need a new air-conditioner but, if I go outside, I'll probably die of a heat stroke. If I stay here, the house is just going to get hot and I'll probably die of a heat stroke anyway. I roll my eyes at my own situation. I grabbed my keys and wallet and left the house.
It took me around 2 hours to walk to the store. By the time I got there, I was drenched in sweat. Walking in felt like heaven. The store was nice and cool on the inside. "I'm saved!" I dropped down and embraced the cold concrete floor. "Thank you, God!"
"Ma'am are you ok?"
"Ma'am, who do you think your calling Ma'am?"
I got up off of the floor and glared up at the man. When he saw me, his mouth dropped a little and his eyes went down and then up.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I didn't get a good look, Miss. Are you ok?"
"Yes, walking two hours in this heat nearly killed me though."
"Did you say, 'walking'? For two hours? It's nearly 100 degrees outside!"
I wiped the sweat from my forehead.
"I know what the temperature is outside, but my air-conditioner decided to die on me. And since I don't have a car yet, I had no choice."
"Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that. Here, let me help you."
The man quickly grabbed a shopping cart for me.
"Thank you. I'm Dominique."
I said as I extended my hand.
"I'm Lassiter, but you can call me Carlton."
I smiled as he shook my hand and he looked away, blushing. I walked up and down the aisle, with Carlton following me closely, until I found what I needed. I was about to grab the oversize box when Carlton intervened.
"Here! Let me help you with that."
Carlton picked up the heavy box, struggling a bit, and placed it in the cart. Afterwards, he started to pant.
"You didn't have to do that for me." I felt a little bad. It looks like he's not use to the same type of fitness I am. But he shook his head anyway.
"No, it was nothing. It's all in a day's work."
I had to smile at him. I can tell he was the type of man who tried to look tough, however I can tell that he has a boyish charm to him.
We walked to the cashier, who then scanned the price tag of the air-conditioner and a bottle of water I grabbed.
"Your total comes to $431.95."
"What?!" Carlton asked, completely in shock over the price. I'm not surprised at all. After all, the best model of anything usually comes with a price.
"Here you go." I handed the teen aged boy five $100 bills from the sack of only $100's in my wallet.
Carlton looked at the stack of money in my open wallet and looked at me. "Oh no.", he whispered.
"What?" I asked, after receiving my change. He looked away and frowned. I looked at my wallet and then down at my outfit. I'm wearing white sandals, jeans that stops just below my rear, and a light blue bikini top. 'Oh.' I roll my eyes.
"Listen here 'Carlton Lassiter'. Believe it or not, not everyone who dresses like me in 98 degree weather is a prostitute. So screw you!"
I grabbed my box and water and walked out the door, leaving the shocked man by himself. A few feet outside I hear footsteps chasing me.
"Wait!" Carlton stood in front of me; he placed his hands on my arms.
"Oh wow, you're really firm." He started to feel my biceps. I cleared my throat and he dropped his arms and looked away for a brief second.
"Sorry, I meant you no offense, it's just, um."
"Spit it out!"
"The last girl who was both beautiful and nice to me, she turned out to be a professional, and so was the one before her, and the one before that. So I try not to get my hopes up too much. And I'm sorry."
His head tilted down like a grieving child knowing he got caught for doing something naughty. It was actually really cute.
"Prove it." I said. Carlton looked up at me. I smiled at him. He was really cute and interesting. I actually wanted to get to know him.
"If you're as sorry as you say, take me out to dinner."
He's eyes lit up and he smiled.
"Really", he asked.
"Yeah really, but first, will you give me a lift home?"
"Yes! I mean, yeah, sure." He shoulders hunched up as he tried to contain he's happiness. He ran over to the passenger's side and opened the back door. He took the air-conditioner out of my hands and placed it on the back seat. Then opened the passenger's seat for me and waited until I was completely in before shutting it. He then ran over and got in himself. After we were both buckled, he started the engine and took off. The ride home was a lot quicker than expected but boy was it nice. The windows were down and the wind blew through my hair. Carlton didn't talk, he only smiled while making quick glances at me. Once he pulled in my drive way, he shut the car off.
"Wow, you have a nice place."
I looked up at my new home. It was a white house with lavender trim and roof. There is two floors, and attic and basement. Flowers grew along the sides of the house, stairs, and both side of the drive way, well they would be growing if it wasn't for this damn heat.
"Thank you." I got out of the car and before I could get my new air-conditioner, Carlton stood there with the heavy machine already in his hands. He's faster than I thought. I went up to the door and unlocked it, letting Carton in first. "Just set it down anywhere" I said. I heard a thump followed by another thump as I went into the kitchen and grabbed two beers.
"Carlton, do you want a water?" I shout from the kitchen.
"Sure." I heard. I grabbed and opened the two bottles of water before returning to the living room. The first thing I see was Carlton slouched over my couch and panting again. I cleared my throat and he straightens out immediately and smiled again.
"Your couch looked so soft, I couldn't resist."
As much as I hate liars, I couldn't bust him. He was trying so hard to impress me, how could I? I handed him an open bottle and sat right next to him.
"So Carlton, where and when are you taking me to dinner?"
He sat quietly for a moment and took a drink.
"The where, is a surprise. When, how about tomorrow, if you're free?"
"How about tonight, if you're free", I asked. He looked at me, those piercing blue eyes of his widen. He's perfect teeth showed as he smiled.
"Ok, tonight then." he said. He looked so good and sweet and so sexy in his suite, I bit my lip and looked away.
So many dirty thoughts entered my mind at once. Damn it. It's been years since I've felt the touch of a man. The addiction to lust has always been a daily struggle. My cases in Europe make it extremely difficult to find someone to play without jeopardizing my missions. I've grown to know so many people so well, that if anyone were to find out about my sickness, it would be a humiliation that would never cease. So why not now? Why couldn't I just have a little fun before I got home. I'll only be here six months top. That's plenty of time to enjoy myself. It's not like I'll ever see him again after this.
"Eight o'clock tonight?"
I looked back at the dark haired man. "Yes, eight o'clock is perfect."
Carlton pulled out a little note pad and pen and started to right numbers on it. After he was done, he scooted closer to me and placed his hand on the back of the couch, behind my head.
"I couldn't help but noticed all of the moving boxes. Here's my cell, if you ever feel the need to call me for anything before dinner, or after dinner, I want you to know that I'll always be here for you."
It might have been cheesy but, it was still the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I smiled. He handed me his number but I didn't take it. I placed my free hand up and around his neck and leaned in. Right before I could close the gap I heard, 'Bad boys, bad boys, whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do when we come for you? Bad boys, bad boys.'
Carlton pulled away slightly and pulled out his cell phone.
"Lassiter."
Carlton made an angry sigh.
"This better be good Spencer."
Carlton's eyes went wide.
"Hold on and don't touch a thing." He hung up his phone and got off the couch.
"Dominique, I have to go. I'm sorry. Here."
He handed me his number as he made he's way to the door. If he thinks he's getting away that easily, he's dead wrong. I found my pray and there's no way in hell I'm going to let him off the hook! I got off the couch and ran towards Carlton. Right before he could open the door, I grabbed him by the arm, swung him around and pushed him against the door. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down, locking his soft lips with mine. His hands found their way on my back, pulling my body closer to his. The erg to rip this man clothes off right at that moment was almost unbearable. I pulled away quickly, panting hard, as was he. He mouth tried to form words but he couldn't make any sound come out.
"I should apologize. I don't meet men like you often. I guess, I guess I couldn't help myself." I said.
I wasn't sorry at all.
He smiled. "Oh, I-I can understand that. I'll see you tonight."
I smiled back at him. "See you tonight."
He shut the door as he left. Through the window seals, I saw him jump up and click his heels before he drove off. Maybe this assignment won't be so bad after all.
"Ring Ring"
I held the phone to my ear.
"Sir?"
"Agent Danger, I hope you're enjoying the weather."
"Death Valley is cooler than this place, with all do respect Sir."
I heard the deep voice chuckle.
"My apologies for the location but the target as you know, is currently in the Santa Barbara. Now, I need you to find him and bring him to me, alive if you will."
"Sir, yes sir."
"Ta-ta."