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She was so happy they were doing a job in Paris, all of that is ruined now. From all the Hotels in the city he had to pick this one and from all the rooms in all the floors he had told the hacker to book her on this one? That sadistic bastard!
She's already on her floor when her mind drifts to him again. She hasn't seen him in three months now and she's starting to worry. What happened to him? Why did he disappear? Nobody knows, everyone noticed; when a man like Nathan Ford falls of the grid people notice, but they don't actually know why. They don't wonder or care since their jobs are much easier now that he is not around. Except for her, she cares, she worries and she truly enjoyed their games of chasing; now it's just plain easy and boring.
She takes the key-card out of her pocket, room 206, her favourite suit in her favourite hotel in Paris. Not everything is bad, she stole a million worth Degas with almost no effort and now she gets to take a bubble bath and drink red wine.
She gasps as the door shuts behind her, never taking her hands of the painting; he's here. Nathan bloody Ford is inside her room. He chuckles at her face.
-Don't worry; I am not here to take the painting from you! - She looks at him analysing him, making sure his words are believable.
He made himself at home, drank one and half bottle of Scotch already; the glass sitting on the bed table next to him. There's something off about him, but she can't quite understand what it is.
-Why are you here than? - Is all she manages to ask not even realising she didn't move from her place. He gets up from the king sized bed and she spots how much weight he lost, how much messier his curls are and for a moment she believes he's incredibly older.
He's face to face with her now and she can finally see what's so off about him: his eyes; they look so sad, they look so unbelievably broken as if someone ripped his heart from his chest tearing it apart after. He tugs a strand of dark hair behind her ear, moving it way from her forehead, the back of his fingers brush her cheek lightly and she can't help, but to lean against him closing her eyes for the sparkle of a moment. He leans more and as he speaks she can feel his breath against her neck and it gives her goose bumps and shivers down her spine, he smells of whiskey; she never saw him that drunk before.
-You are so beautiful! - His voice is low and husky and she's never heard it before either.
His right hand comes to rest on the curve of her hip while the other frames her jaw.
He nibbles at her earlobe and proceeds to make his way down her neck. "So -kiss- beau - kiss- ti - kiss - ful."
When he kisses her collarbone, his teeth scrapping her skin, she shuts her eyes moaning softly.
-And this dress - he says between kisses. His right hand on her thigh, caressing the skin he finds underneath it. – You kill in it!
He finally kisses her on the lips; her body finally reacts, her arms circling his neck, one of her hands tugging at his hair. His right hand made its way up her thigh finding her panties and it's now brushing the waistband of it, the other came to rest on her waist.
His tongue is already in her mouth, exploring, when a light tilts inside her head. She pushes him way by the shoulders, he frowns at her.
-I thought you wanted this. - She does, she has dreamt of this so many times, but not like this, this is wrong.
-The thing I like the most about you is your heart. You are a good man, Nathan, don't ruin that now. - He finally understands her and smirks at the choice of words, lifting his left hand to her eye sight.
-Maggie and I… We are not together anymore... - He kisses her again, harshly this time, his body aching with need, his hand going up her thing again, searching for her underwear. - Please, I need this... - He whispers and that's all that takes for her to give in.
What happens next is fast and harsh, he reaches a hand on his belt buckle and manages to undo his pants while still kissing her, she helps him to lower his boxers while he pulls at her dress, lifting it just above her waist, his fingers brush against her centre through the thin fabric of her underwear. She moans again and he chuckles.
-You really want this!
He's unexpectedly impersonal while he thrusts into her, not showing any signs of care or love. He comes undone, his face buried on the curve of her neck, he says Maggie's name instead of hers and she freezes. He pulls away without even facing her, pulls his clothes up, dressing and leaving out the door.
When she doesn't move he grabs her by the shoulders moving her to the side and out of his way, she's so shocked she doesn't even react. He stops at the door frame without turning around and mutters something that sounds like "Thank you" and "I'm sorry".
He's long gone and she's still frozen against the wall with her panties down her ankles and her dress all wrinkled down her thighs. She's so hurt she doesn't even cry.
She blames him because he used her and blames herself because she was so blind by the charming man she used to know she allowed him to. She swears she'll move on, that she'll stop thinking about him, and that she'll play her game the way she always did not allowing her memories of Mr. Ford getting on her way.
Three months later she goes to Florence where she steals many paintings from a private collection that's insured on millions by I.Y.S, she knows they won't risk it and send some rookie agent after her; she knows they will send their best: Mr. Ford.
She's so disappointed when Sterling shows up instead of him she shouts at the man not caring he's about to arrest her. She bribes him, she'll tell him where she kept the paintings (those painting never were her true goal) if Sterling tells her why he is replacing Nate.
He tells her everything, he tells her how Sam got sick and died how Nathan drank himself to oblivion throwing his job away and causing his wife to divorce him; Sophie cries that night.
She now knows what was so off about him that night, she now knows he went to her just a couple of months after Sam's death, a few weeks after Maggie left and she forgives him. That's why she accepts to work for him a few years later.
She doesn't forget though and she never comes back to that room, not until today; she was so going to kill him!
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