A/N
Sorry for this story being so slowly written. I'm wanting it to be entertaining, not rushed. So stay with me please!
"Natasha," said Cooper, "Meet Frank Moses. Frank, this is my personal secretary, Natasha Robinson."
Moses grinned. "I'm sure she is." He then looked me up and down and gave me a small wink.
Really?
I frowned and edged closer to Cooper.
"Who is this guy?" I asked.
Cooper sighed. "It's a long story." He then directed his attention to the newcomer. "You wanna explain why you just kicked down my door?"
Moses shrugged. "It was Swiss cheese."
"Why is Mr. Cooper being targeted?" I asked.
"It might have something to do with Cynthia."
"Perfect," Cooper muttered. "Just perfect."
"Wait," I said holding up my hand. "Cynthia is dead."
"No argument there," Moses agreed. "I saw Cooper pull the trigger."
"She must have had another partner behind the scenes," Cooper said. "A silent partner."
"That's the only possibility that makes sense," Moses said. "The question is who."
It was nightfall. The agency was more or less continuing as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. That was how Cooper had wanted it. He had ordered everyone who had seen or witnessed his attempted murder to keep quiet. When all the higher ups had put the agency on temporary lock down, Cooper had lied his ass off. He said it was just a training exercise, and that there was no reason to "get dramatic." I backed up everything he said. I even went so far as to saying that I had been the one who shot up the place. "I was using blanks, of course," I said.
In the end, Cooper and I were put on temporary suspension.
We met up at a hotel on the far side of town. We needed to lay low for a little while until we could figure out a course of action. It was a nice place; really swanky. Moses had paid for our rooms. In cash. We each had our own suite on the top floor.
I walked into my room and immediately forgot how dangerous and complicated my life had suddenly become. Luxurious didn't even begin to describe it. An enormous open floor plan. Lush, cream colored carpeting that felt like memory foam. Yellow, cheery wallpaper. The living area had a huge flat screen television, electric fireplace, and a long couch that was so soft you immediately sank into it the moment you sat down. It met the kitchen, which didn't interest me at all until I noticed the wet bar. It even came stocked with enough liquor to start your own bar. Wow. The bathroom was all sparkling white and chrome. It looked like a spa. And the bedroom. . . I leaped on the king size bed and immediately wanted to fall asleep. It was that comfortable.
I hurriedly unpacked my two duffel bags that served as my luggage. One was filled with clothing and toiletries while the other contained nothing but books. I didn't know how long we were going to be staying here, but I figured this way I could at least feel like I was at home. Actually, I was already in love with the place and wished I could just live here indefinitely. I didn't know what else to do. It had taken me all of five minutes to unpack. I really wanted a drink, but decided I needed to wait until I knew what the game plan was.
I walked across the hall to Cooper's suite and knocked. Moses opened the door and let me in. Cooper's room looked identical to mine, except the flooring seemed to be redwood and the walls were beige. Moses was holding a drink.
"Can I get you something?" he asked.
"God, yes. What are you drinking?"
"Vodka on the rocks."
"Ok. Make me one, too."
He gave a small smile and went to go fix me a drink at the bar.
"Make me a drink, too."
I turned and gasped.
Cooper had apparently just taken a shower. He was wrapped in a towel and his hair was still dripping water. He appeared momentarily surprised that I was there.
"M-Moses let me in," I said.
"Uh huh."
"My fault," Moses said as he reappeared carrying our drinks. "I should have said something."
I snatched my drink and downed it in one gulp.
Moses and Cooper stood staring at me.
"Thanks," I said. "I'll have another." I then grabbed the second drink that was intended for Cooper and downed it as well.
"I better go get dressed," Cooper muttered.
My eyes followed Cooper's every move as he turned and walked back into the bathroom.
"Keep the drinks coming," I told Moses.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea."
"What would you rather me do?"
He took the empty glasses from me."You could go keep Cooper company," he said softly.
We stood staring at each other when we heard the door to the bedroom close.
"It's fine," he said. "Perfectly natural. I'm surprised you've waited this long."
I blushed. "I guess I always assumed he would make the first move."
Moses shrugged. "Sometimes when you see an opportunity, you gotta take it."
I turned and looked longingly at the closed door.
"We'll have a rendezvous tomorrow afternoon. You, Cooper, and me. No rush."
He smiled. "Go get him, kid."
