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Part 6
"I just saved your life from the Genii and all those scoundrels out to cut your throat." She smiled, devilishly adding. "You do not truly see the trouble that you are in. You really do not understand what is out there, do you?"
She had no idea, and he's not about to indulge her with any details either. "It's called investigating and trouble is my middle name."
"That much we can agree upon."
Against his will she swung her legs out of bed and off of him, and a cold empty rush of air struck him. She reached over and grabbed her dress and John almost shouted for her not too. He could think so much better with her wearing just that little strip-tease outfit. She moved swiftly, and pulled down a flowered dress over her head, smoothing it over her spectacular body. She reached for her purse and took something out. Standing over the mirror, she wiggled her butt, and soon a pair of panties came down her slender legs.
John almost choked.
She stepped into a blue pair of panties, and John wanted to tell her that the other ones looked much better, but he thought it better to hold it back and continue watching her. And he was not disappointed.
Wiggling her butt once again, she hiked the new panties up under her dress, turning slightly, flashing a smile at John. Damn her!
John couldn't help but noticed that she was one of those women who looked almost as good dressed as they did naked or in her case, almost naked. She stepped into the light, staring into the full sized mirror and John raised his head uncomfortably, trying to get a glimpse at her through the reflection.
It worked. And the smile he sent her was returned with one of her own.
Beautiful.
He could feel his own drool coming down his mouth and a tightness in his boxers.
Focus John. Focus. He kept telling himself.
"Can we go back and bit and start with why am I handcuffed to the bed? Did I volunteer for this game?"
"You do not remember?" she teased as she began to button up her dress.
"Not really, but I do remember you kicking my ass to the floor." He grinned.
She stopped buttoning her dress, moving towards him, clearly giving John another clear view of her cleavage. Leaning towards him with a little pout on her face, teasingly she asked. "Did I cause you much pain?"
"Nothing I can't handle." He proudly replied, and for the briefest of seconds, their eyes met. "Look, I just want to go back to my normal life and do my job. So, would you mind being a good girl and take these off me?" He tried to raise his hands but it only caused more pain.
Turning ever so slowly towards him, she smiled and gently touched the stubbles already forming in his face. " You need a shave."
"I usually shave while I'm in the shower. "Want to join me?"
"Is that so? Interesting. Perhaps I can watch."
"Sure, but first you have to untie me."
And the thoughts forming in his head were already too much for him to stop. And if he were any good at reading women, he'd swear she actually thought about it, even if it was only for a second.
"Perhaps another time. Right now, I have plans for you."
"Well, I did for us too, but it seems yours are way different from mine. But I figured if you really wanted to hurt me, you would have done it by now, and if you really wanted to call the authorities, you would have done that, too." He paused a little too late to think about his words. "There's something more you're not telling me."
That wasn't a question. John's been through hell and back. He's been tortured, beaten and left to die in the coldest of places. And this didn't feel like one of those times.
She started to say something but didn't. Instead, she smiled at him, and the hairs from the back of his neck stood on end.
What the hell was this woman doing to him?
"Yes," and for a split second, John saw a glimpse of regret in her eyes. "Your answers will be supplied soon enough. For now, we wait."
"Wait?"
"You must relax. There is no cause to be alarmed. Kanaan will be here shortly."
"Who? You got someone coming over? You called?" He really hoped she couldn't hear the rising panic in his voice for he was getting pretty darn pissed off by now.
"I did not call who you think I called."
"The number on the poster. The reward."
"No."
Silence filled the room.
"Well! Who did you call?"
"My ex-husband. He's on his way."
And now the panic was no longer contained.
"Your ex-husband is coming here? Now?"
"You could make this a lot simpler if you would answer my questions. What are you doing here? You mentioned a name."
"I could say the same for you. It's not really fair that I'm stuck here while you get to...Wait, whose name did I mention?"
"You came here looking for the Athosian Heir. Did you not?"
"Why is this so important to you?"
"It is important to every Athosian."
"Not from what I could see. Actually, I didn't really see anyone that cares about much of anything around here."
"Are you working with Atlantis but secretly spying with the High Council or the IOA?
"I spy for no one. I simply keep my eyes open for new opportunities."
There was a noise coming up from the steps beyond the door, startling them both.
John decided, what the hell, he might as well call for help.
But this woman was skilled and within seconds, she was over him, and her eyes spoke something hidden that caught John by surprise. Yet, he was unable to speak or react. And then hell returned when he felt a sting in his leg and before he could even curse, darkness struck him once again.
~TBC
