Michael stared across the pool at the striking woman before him. Her blonde wavy hair gently caught the breeze and swept along her back lifting up to reveal her curvaceous figure that was easily visible through the thin linen sun shirt that sheltered her bikini clad body from the rays of the sun. This should have been an easy cover portrayed in order to infiltrate an organisation by manipulating the heart strings of a beautiful woman, but it was probably the most difficult. Whereas once upon a time Michael would have been able to turn his emotions on and off like the flick of a switch this time all he could think of was Fiona and how getting close to Roxanne was going to ruin any possibility of a reconciliation with his Trigger Happy Ex-girlfriend. He knew she'd have been angry and upset that he had continued to work with the CIA, if only she'd let him explain that he only agreed to it in exchange for her safety along with that of his Mother and Friends Sam and Jesse. All he could do now was hope that Sam and Jesse would be able to explain this in his absence and that she would somehow one day find it within her to forgive him for not keeping his promise and for what he undoubtedly knew he would have to do in order to keep his cover and complete his assignment.

Michael took a moment to collect his thoughts, and let the character of Taylor White overcome him. He was already dressed the part, one wrist feeling the weight of the 24 carat gold bracelet while the other the weight of a two thousand dollar Rolex all provided by the CIA as part of his cover. He had read the file on Roxanne Mayer and her father's organisation that was the front for a drugs running operation and tailored his character accordingly. He reminded himself of the finer details and the need to be strong and oozing confidence whilst allowing Roxanne to believe he could be easily manipulated under the right conditions.

As a spy there are many ways to make your approach to a target. Sometimes walking straight up to them can work, but when the head of a drug running operation in and out of Miami lets no one approach him directly the smart approach is through someone close to him or to his organisation. To Make it believable the operation can sometimes take weeks or even months as trust is built between the operative and the and the person close to your target.

Straightening the lapel of his Versace suit he walked through the swarms of scantily clad women and proceeded to "Accidentally" bump into her, making sure her drink sloshed its way over her dress, creating an opening for an introduction. In a fluster Roxanne leant over to the sunbed beside her, grabbed the towel that was draped over it and began to dab away at her wet skin.

"Oh I am sorry, here let me get you another drink"

"That's really not necessary"

Michael clicked his fingers and out of nowhere Jesse appeared dressed in a cheap black suit with an earpiece meant to convey "Security detail"

"Yes Sir?

"Mack, could you please get this lovely lady "Michael Paused and looked at her waiting for her to offer her name. Dabbing the last of the contents from her blouse she looked up and her gaze caught his. She was somewhat overcome by masculinity and Wealth exuded buy the Man stood in front of her. Extending her hand she offered her name.

"Roxanne, Roxanne Mayer"

"Miss Mayer, pleased to meet you. I'm Taylor, Taylor White" Michael took her hand and very subtly rubber his thumb over the back of her hand. Turning back to Jesse he sternly ordered "Mack could you please get Miss Mayer another drink"

"Yes Mr White, Of course"

"Miss Mayer I have a table reserved for Dinner I would be honoured if you would care to join me?"

"Please excuse me if I decline, I don't actually know you from Adam, Mr White" Came Roxanne's abrupt reply. Michael nodded and sat down at a table nearby. He eyed Jesse hoping that he would read his mind and from their years of working together would be highly aware of their next play. He had to get her hooked and he had another idea of how he was going to achieve this. As if by Magic his mobile rang a few seconds later. Taking out his phone from his breast pocket he saw Jesse's name flashing on the caller display. He answered it and began raising his voice loud enough for Roxanne to over-hear. Pacing he argued with the non-existent party on the other end. Jesse slipped his phone back into his pocket leaving the line open to catch what Michael was shouting just encase they needed to use this later.

"That's right Paul, I told you to sort it. Two million I said two million. Well you can tell your son that there'll be no Christmas this year because DADDY doesn't have a job, you're fired"

Michael walked inside to the Hotel Bar where Jesse had resided and sat with his back to the pool and ordered a shot of bourbon. Jesse looked out over the hotel courtyard and saw Roxanne swaying her hips towards them "Come to Daddy, she's taken the bait"

Michael Smirked at Jesse and awaited her approach. When she reached them she cleared her throat. "I was thinking, I may have been too hasty about that dinner tonight, I mean if the offer is still on the table,"

Michael turned his barstool around and flashed his most charming smile. "Of Course. Chefs Table 8 o Clock"