***WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS ADULT SEXUAL CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNGER READERS***
CHAPTER EIGHT
Illya Also Makes A New Friend
When Illya Kuryakin awoke on Saturday morning his surroundings were unfamiliar…until he remembered why he was there.
He turned his head and looked at the woman lying asleep next to him, admiring her dark curling blond hair spread out on the pillow and the still-youthful pretty face in repose. She wasn't Kellie Morgan or any of the other female students he'd met at Prichard who'd been showing an avid interest in him, but someone else closer to his own true age.
Her name was Anna Barzetti, the owner/manager of the pizza parlor Illya had gone to the night before. He'd seen her when he'd eaten there twice before, and quickly picked up on the fact she was attracted to him despite the fact she was 36 and believed him to be a junior student at Prichard. He had learned that she had continued to run the popular eatery after her late husband had passed away suddenly three years earlier from an aneurysm, and that they'd had no children and she lived alone now.
As it had neared closing time Anna had taken the initiative and invited Illya to go home with her, sensing that the striking fair-haired young man with the intriguing accent seemed strongly attracted to her as well.
Illya had gladly accepted, preferring to spend the night in the arms of a beautiful woman than sleep alone in his dorm room when he returned to the school.
Now awake, he glanced at his watch and saw that it was almost 10 a.m. Anna had mentioned that her assistant would open the pizza shop for lunch that day, and so he decided not to disturb her since they'd made love more than once during the night.
Totally naked, he quietly got out of the bed and padded into the bathroom. Still in the buff when he came out, he started searching for his discarded clothing, which was strewn about on the bedroom floor along with Anna's things.
"Please don't leave yet," he heard her rich husky voice say, and he looked over to find her awake and watching him. Her cornflower blue eyes were openly admiring his lean, tightly-muscled body as he'd been lithely moving about.
He looked over at her. "I'm sorry if I woke you, but I have to leave, Anna. It's later than I thought and I have things I have to do over at the school." As pleasurable as his night with her had been, he was anxious to review the footage from the camera he'd set up to record overnight.
"Is there, um, a pretty young girl waiting for you?" she asked tentatively.
He glanced back at her again as he picked up his underwear, saying, "No, nothing like that." Pulling on the briefs he added, "And I'm not the type of man to leave one desirable woman's warm bed to rush off to climb into another's."
She was pleased by what he'd said, and in the sunlit room she could clearly see how truly beautiful his blue eyes were...like the rest of him. "I would imagine the girls at school fall all over themselves to get your attention, though." She then admitted, "And I can understand why, although I feel like I've robbed the cradle bedding you, Illya…but I couldn't help wanting you despite being so much older than you."
He smiled at her, thinking how the irony of that would have also amused Napoleon given their previous conversations about the blond undercover agent and female college-age students.
"Trust me, Anna, I'm older, wiser, and more experienced than I look," he replied wryly, locating and pulling on his dark blue tee with its youth-oriented electric guitar decal and slogan of "Rock 'Til You Drop'". The shirt seemed incongruous to what he'd just said, but for this assignment he'd only brought with him the type and style of clothing that a college-aged kid would wear.
Glancing in the mirror on her dresser he combed his fingers through his mussed hair; then spotting his jeans laying crumpled by Anna's side of the bed he walked over there.
As he bent to pick them up she reached out and grabbed his free hand.
"I don't know about the 'older and wiser' part, sexy boy, but experienced…oh, honey, that was truly mind-blowing last night. Come back to bed and 'rock me' once more until we both drop before you leave," she said huskily, throwing back the covers to reveal her voluptuous body fully exposed to his gaze in the bright daylight.
Although Illya was now wearing the tee and briefs she could see that his physical response was immediate, and he dropped the jeans as she pulled him down on top of her and raked her hands up through his long white-gold hair to draw his handsome face closer until their mouths fused together hungrily in a deep, passionate kiss.
As ti turned out, it wasn't until midday by the time Illya Kuryakin finally returned to Webster Hose, and for the first time in days he felt fully recharged and relaxed.
As he was heading up to his room he encountered a group of friends who invited him to come hang out with them in the student lounge, and he promised he'd join them there in a little while.
Once in his dorm room he decided to get a quick shower before reviewing the taping from the night before. This would also allow time for his hair to dry more completely before he joined his friends. Anna had offered to let him shower at her home but he'd declined because he didn't have his personal things with him and would need to change his clothing anyway.
But before he'd left her he'd promised to return very soon, perhaps even by the following weekend if he could get away, adding with a charming smile "Next time I'll be better prepared to stay longer, and perhaps we can shower or bathe together and scrub each other's backs." She'd laughed, liking the idea of that and pleased that he wanted to see her again so soon. She'd then given him the numbers to her home and the pizza shop and had driven him back to the school and dropped him off with one last parting kiss and a promise from him that he'd be in touch with her soon.
Illya now sat at his study desk to review the footage, fast forwarding through the hours of video tape; but nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Perhaps Napoleon was wrong and whatever has been happening to him didn't occur while he slept. But he erased the reel and reset the hidden camera to record again that night.
He decided against contacting his partner to give him a report just yet, knowing the senior agent was with Eva Langstrom. Besides, Solo would understand that if he hadn't heard from Illya by now then there was likely nothing of interest to report.
After one last stop in the bathroom to comb out his hair, he headed downstairs to meet up with his friends.
