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Hooker part 6

The day after

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"So, how's my sister?" Angelus said to Spike as they had a meeting over breakfast, it was pancakes and coffee.

"She's doing great, probably sleeping her ass off, they had a late night, Drusilla and the girls…and How was your night, mate?" Spike asked to Angelus while they sat to wait for their waitress to arrive, they were at the local IHOP.

"Better than I expected, the slayer is pretty nice in the sac." Angelus said, but wasn't about to admit he had tried to his last strength to avoid having sex with the blonde.

"Glad to know you liked her…I'll book her extra nights for you, mate."

"I'd like to book her for a full week, I have a packed agenda next week, you know, the welcome party, the trip to Aruba, etc. I'll need some escorting to all these events, how much would you like for her?"

"You mean like a special fee? Well, let me see…a week with you, must cost me like ten thousand, plus tipping for her, she's kinda expensive you know, all Dru's broads are… fifteen thousand dollars. What do you say, mate?"

"I say you've got yourself a deal. Where is she? I'd like to speak with her."

"The Slayer you mean? It's Sunday, so, I think she's at her place. She has a real nice condo near the beach, I'll get you the address," Spike had it all inside his blackberry phone; he stored all information about Dru's girls there in case he had to handle an assignment himself.

"You do that, I think I'll go have some coffee and then I'll leave, I had a late night too."

"You beast, you probably left her sore, ok, don't go yet. Here's the address, I normally don't send clients over there, she's kinda protective about her space, she lives there with a roommate, and she doesn't know about the slayer's other life, so, don't show up all mafia like, ok?"

"I'll be low profile. Tell Faith I went by the club last night; that I wanted to talk to her…and say Thanks to Dru, she has impeccable taste in women."

"I will, good luck with the slayer—Oh Angelus," When Angel was about to leave the table Spike roused from the chair abruptly, and grabbed him by the elbow, preventing him from leaving altogether.

"What is it, Spike?"

"When can we sit down to talk about our business?" Spike was angry because that was the second time Angelus had dodged him about their most important subject, which was their drug business, not Angelus' women.

"I don't know, Spike. Maybe later, I haven't heard from my source yet, I'll call you as soon as I get a shipment ready, ok?"

"You've got a deal, Mate. I knew you wouldn't be out of it forever. Guys like us, never leave the dark side. It's in our blood." Said Spike to Angelus as he gave him the look of what he really meant: 'you can't ignore me forever, I'm gonna catch up with you real soon, you just wait and see.'

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As Buffy jogged on the treadmill, her thoughts started to fly towards The O'Quinn, his big hands, his perfect abs, and those piercing eyes. Before Buffy had realized it, she was thinking about Angel again. He had left a brand on her skin. It wasn't just about a vendetta any more, she wanted more now, she wanted to break him into a million tiny pieces; she wanted to see him torn.

She felt spiked every time someone mentioned something that reminded her of him. Buffy hadn't felt that driven since her years on the FBI academy. What was it about this impossible relationship that got to her on such a deep level? She knew she'd do anything to get him behind bars for the rest of his life. Solicitation was too small to do it for her. She needed more. She needed something worthy of a lifetime sentence.

And there was her whole secret agenda for him: making him trusts her and then break-down his organization, how could she start having second thoughts about the main reason she had chosen to become an FBI agent in the first place?

She wanted big crimes, murder, abuse, extortion, kidnap, rape, drug distribution…those were the big ones, the ones she would chase like a bloodhound to get her hands onto; to bring him and his posse down; to make justice for her…and her family, and specially to fulfill the promise she had made years ago to her grandfather, Rupert Giles.

Rescuer, her German shepherd stood up all of the sudden from her side, and started barking his head off. Willow had gone out for the week, she'd be in Washington for a big case of unidentified remains on a plain crash, and so Buffy had the house all to herself.

Naturally, she stepped out of the device, and walked towards the door, reaching for her gun just before she took a peek under the drapes, the living room had a window that lead to the entrance, if there was someone there; she'd spotted him or her easily.

Suddenly, the dog ran to the backyard and nearly killed somebody. Buffy used to leave the fence open so Rescuer could come in and out at his will, he never got very far, he just liked to be able to visit the other dogs of the neighborhood.

"Rescuer! Come back here! Now!" the dog was barking ferociously above a man in a suit, Buffy came closer to him and pulled the dog at his collar. It was Angelus, a very pale, and rather petrified Angelus.

"Hi!" Buffy hid the gun instantly, pausing and resetting her FBI MO to help the man away from the dog and into the house, safely into the house, where the little beast would not follow.

But that didn't stop Rescuer from barking and howling at the door, he was after all, a watch dog, a rather well trained one. He had served for the swat K-9 unit several years, now he was at home, being a 'nice' pet.

"I'm sorry about the dog. He's kinda possessive about me…coming to think about it—How did you get this address?" Buffy got suspicious all of sudden; had somebody blown her cover?

"Spike, he told me you lived here…with you roommate, so I shouldn't come out my usual Godfather ways, you know, limo, posse of bodyguards, big hush-hush operation…just plain old me. I didn't think you had a bodyguard though…my bad, won't happen again." That's what I get for trusting Spike, thought Angelus.

Buffy smiled sweetly before she offered Angel something to drink, and a chair to sit at.

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"Did he hurt you badly?" Angel had been rubbing his arm mindlessly.

"No! He just scared the crap out of me! —I'm sorry—did I come in a bad time?"

Buffy had sweat running down her sides. She had obviously been worked-up with the exercise. She was flushed to the roots of her hairs. She was wearing zero make up; she was after all a natural beauty, and she hadn't been expecting anybody to show up at her place.

"Here, let me give you a hand with that. You didn't come in a bad time. I was just not really expecting to see you now—I though we had an appointment tonight—at 8 pm?" Buffy sat down beside Angel on the couch, feeling how her body wanted to draw closer to him, to touch him.

"I thought—ahem—I thought we had agreed to meet at 8…am. So I called Spike to get your address since it was 7:30 and I haven't heard from you." Angel was having trouble speaking, with all the blood rushing to his crotch. Buffy was wearing tiny hot pants, a bikini top, and lots of creamy, sweaty, salty skin begging to be sucked into mindless, sexual oblivion; his memories about their last encounter were coming painfully back to life.

"Oh! I guess it was a little misunderstanding then,—sorry—about the mix up." Angel had to let his eyes wonder away from her body in order to keep his mind working properly. She had a really nice house, very suburbia.

"Don't mention it … if you need to go back to the treadmill, go ahead, I'll just sit here and wait for you to finish—wouldn't want to face that demon alone again—if that's ok with you." Angel thought they were supposed to go shopping, kind of like that movie 'Pretty Woman'. That was the stage one of his plans: get her to trust him.

"I'm done! Really, come upstairs, I'll show you some dresses I already have, maybe you'll like one." Angel followed mesmerized; he knew what was under those blue shorts; that perfect set of round moons, and the sunshine hidden between them.

"I thought we'd go shopping…bummer. I guess I'll have to leave that out of my Pretty Woman fantasy."

"I guess so—sit here for a few minutes. I'm going to take a quick shower and then I'll model for you." Angel though of rubbing her back, but, thank God, she closed the door behind her, allowing Angel to snap back into reality.

"I'm not here for that," said Angel under his breath. Reminding himself he was there to convince her of helping him with Faith, not to fuck her again! "I'm here to talk business."

He needed to gain her trust, so she could be the bridge between him and his sister—who hated him with passion—Buffy had to help him save Faith from Spike and Drusilla, or nobody else will.

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Ten minutes after…

Buffy came out of the shower with her hair still wet, wearing a terrycloth bathrobe tied loosely, and a pair of pink, fluffy slippers.

"So here are my top three choices…the black one is Chanel, the red one is Chloe, and the sparkling Ivory one—my favorite—it's Armani. Which one would you like me to model first?"

"The red one…the color suits your really nice," Angelus had a plan worked-out for her. He was going to save her from the dark world she was submerged inside.

If it were money, the reason than had drawn Buffy inside the bad life, he would show her how easy it was to get a different job, and gain back her self-respect. Stage two of his plan was to: understand her motivations. Stage three: show her another kind of life. And all that time she would be convincing his sister to talk to him again; it was a win-win situation for everyone.

"Ok, I'll go put it on, sit down then, I'll be back in a sec," Buffy was thrilled to have Angelus attention, as soon as he let his guard down, she would start hunting for evidence, all she had to do was get inside his home. She had a plan of her own to make him fall for her, to make him trust her completely…and then she would rip his heart out and eat it for breakfast.

"Before we leave your place, there's something I should tell you," That sounded suspicious to Buffy, she was still inside the bathroom when he said it, so he didn't want to see her face when she responded to his line.

"I'm listening."

"I booked you for the entire week." Buffy came out with the dress still unzipped, and turned her back to Angelus.

"No problem big guy, I will make you remember this week for the rest of your life."

"Good, that's what I was planning. This looks stunning on you. You have to wear it tonight."

"Sure thing, Angelus. One question though. Is this week going to be Sunday to Sunday? Because in that case; I'm going to need some new clothes."

"Yeah, it'll be seven days of events I need you to grace with your beauty …and your intelligence. I want you to understand I'm not booking a whore, what I need is an escort, one with class, charm and beauty, all of which you have in abundance." Buffy thought to her insides: Stop sucking-up, Angelus; you can be absolutely confident that I'm going with you.

"No wonder you wanted to go shopping. Will I get to keep these dresses you want to buy for me?" that, and a piece of my heart too, if you can get me talking with my sister again, thought Angelus.

"Of course, that would be part of your tipping. I'm sorry I didn't give you any money last night. I should've, but I'll give you something better, that's if you still got my credit card."

"It never left my charging machine." Angelus smirked as he took a peek at Buffy's perfect ass.

"I'm kidding! It's in my purse. I'll go get it."

Angel stayed behind as she went inside another room to fetch her purse, he remained, watching idly for clues to Buffy's personality, she had People magazine on her nightstand, a red coat hanging at the back of the door, knee-high leather boots under the bed and a huge stack of pillows around her king-sized bed, and not one stuffed animal on sight, that meant she was a mature woman, aware of her sexuality and capable of supporting herself.

"So, what the heck is better than money?" Buffy said to Angel as she handed him his credit card back.

"Jewelry, diamond incrusted jewelry to be correct."

"Diamonds are a girl's best friends." Sing sang Buffy just like the movie 'Moulin Rouge'.

"Go put on a pair of jeans and some comfortable shoes…we are going shopping."

"Those are magic words to a girl's ear."

"I know, judging by your smile it's going to get really expensive too."

"Hey, if it worked for Julia Roberts, it has to work for me!"

"Sure thing, Honey. But I should tell you that I hate funny ties, so don't pull one from a clerk."

"Whoa, you've really seen this movie!"

"I have a baby sister, she loved to watch it when she was feeling sad, said it was the most romantic movie in the world. I just sat there and watch as she got mesmerized by Richard Gere."

"Oh you poor thing, that must have sucked real badly! I like that movie too; I think every girl in my profession does. What's your sister name?"

"Faith Evans or Faith O'Quinn she changes it, she's my half sister, same father, different mother. She came to us when she was three years old; her mom was one of my dad's flings."

"Oh my God! Is she a brunette, about 5.5 tall, with brown eyes, works for Spike and Drusilla?"

"Yeah, that's her." Buffy gasped as she heard his confession, she was that much of a good actress; she knew all about Faith; in fact she was her back-up story, the one who had gotten her inside the business to begin with; Faith wasn't an FBI agent but she knew a lot of private things about Buffy and she wanted Angel destroyed as badly as her.

"You're the stalker! She complained about you, she won't talk to you, you know that." Buffy had been patiently waiting for Angelus to show up and get in good terms with his sister again but she knew that would never happen.

"That's why you are here; I need you to send her a message for me." But he hadn't, something serious had happened between them, and they had ended up estranged, not even on talking terms.

"I can't do that, Faith is my friend; I won't betray her for you." Faith never talked about it, so it must have been something pretty serious.

"I guess we can still call this whole one-week deal off, right." Buffy cringed at his outright manipulation. He knew she was in for the money, like the rest of them.

"You've misunderstood me, I won't betray her, but I can give her a message from you, I can't promise you she'll want to see you again though."

"That's ok; I only need her to hear a couple of things that I have to say."

"Write her a letter; I'll see that she gets it."

"Make sure she reads it too."

"You know what you're doing is disgusting, don't you?"

"I know, but I have good reasons; I'm going to borrow a pen and some blank sheets. I'll be downstairs, don't take too long."

"Sure thing, Boss."

Things were progressing a lot faster than Buffy had planned them to, Angel knew Faith and Buffy were friends, and he wanted Buffy to interlope between them, to be his messenger, that would mean she was inside the inner circle of power, private to all their secrets; if she could get Angelus to trust her with cartel matters, she would be in all the way. How easier it would get to destroy him like that.

Buffy smiled to her insides, all her efforts were finally going to pay pay-off.

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This is the end of chapter 6.

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