Part 15
Birds fly over the rainbow.
The passion eminating from his lips suprises me, and I find myself slowly losing control to hold up my facade. Why hasn't he been snapped up, if he can put so much passion behind a kiss? Damn, Lucrezia, get a grip, you are on assignment, you can't drop you're persona, though you feel it dropping quickly. What in the world have I started? Eberts is almost like a walking firecracker of passion, and I have let him off, is it possible thatI have striked while the iron is too hot? I feel the Miss Degas mask slip, and I struggle to gain control. I have to force myself to tense up to stop the wave of emotions, he is sending corsing down my body. I am not sure if its intinial -or- not. I am about to push away from him.
He pulls away,instead, so we can both take a breath, and we lay panting for oxygen against our respective seats.My head is spinning, and I haven't felt such high euphiora since the one time I tried Herion. If he can do that which just one kiss, why hasn't he been snapped up, yet.I have never felt such passion, such spunk in just one kiss, and it didn't even last that long.I need to compose myself, its a little hard though, with the world revolving. I reach for the car door handle, I need to get out before something slips, and the plan is broken before it should be. I need to get him to trust me, I can't let this slip.
"You should probably leave anyway, " he says to me. I turn to him, and catch a spark of something fading from his eyes.
What is he talking about? Is he on to me? Did he pick that up from that kiss."Pardon, Monsieur?" I hear it in my voice, that my accent is not entirely the same as before, it is only slight, maybe he didn't catch it. It sounds too french instead of too german as before.
"I don't know who you are, but I doubt, your name is Miss Degas anything, and I am sure there probably never was a Miss Degas. I don't even think you are a blond. Maybe you work with Arnaud, but it would be best if you leave, and I will not turn you in, when we find out who you really are later?" He says soft, and gently. It almost makes me cry, it touches something in me, I have never felt, almost maternial. I shrink mentally, what sort of games is he playing with me. How is he doing this?
With the intense wave of passion, still raging inside, I curse myself mentally, and take a deep breath. This is a role, I have to finish the role. I can't drop my shields completely. I have to pretend that the kiss didn't happen, I have to pick up where I left off in the script, which has obviously just been revised. "Vhat, I do not comprehend this, Mr.....err...Ebees." I say barely audible, but with all parts of the accent corrected.
"You aren't Miss Degas are you, I would have caught it sooner -or- later, especially since I am in charge of background checks.And I am sure the loving official left for me to do."
I stare at him, through the thick glasses, that are beginning to hurt my eyes. "Vhat, vhy vould you..."He pulls me into another kiss, that throws me totally off guard, and I scramble to keep my mental barriers up, as I feel them one by one drop rapidly. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I feel my mind slowly blanking out. He pulls away from me.
"Do you work for Arnaud, to bring me back so he can torture me more?" He asks, softly, yet firmly.
Arnaud is going to kill me for this, but if I lie to Eberts he will know, bloody hell, I am definetly losing it. Is now a good time to ask him about the propisition? I bit my lip, and feel myself start to tremble a little, my blood has suddenly run cold, I am not sure what to do, and I know I am not afraid of this mousy man, okay, I won't lie to myself, I am afraid in a way. How in the world did he get the power to have people drop their shields like that? I take a deep breath. "Do you want the truth?"Maybe he will just agree to it, and it would be easier on us both.
"That would be helpful. Unless, you want to see what I can extract from you, if we have sex." He gives me a small smile. He is trying to get a smile out of me, I think.
"He doesn't want to torture you anymore." I tell him truthfully.
"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow.
" He wants to make you a partner."
He gives me a blank stare. "A partner?"
I sigh, for someone who is suppose to be so intelligent, he is starting to annoy me. Do I really have to spell it out for him. "He feels you have potential to help the organization in many ways."
He bursts into laughter.
This angers me for some reason. "That was not a joke, Mr. Eberts!"
"I know that, I am sorry for laughing, please forgive me, and call me Ebees, so, what are the fringes benefits of this partnership?"
(more to come)
Birds fly over the rainbow.
The passion eminating from his lips suprises me, and I find myself slowly losing control to hold up my facade. Why hasn't he been snapped up, if he can put so much passion behind a kiss? Damn, Lucrezia, get a grip, you are on assignment, you can't drop you're persona, though you feel it dropping quickly. What in the world have I started? Eberts is almost like a walking firecracker of passion, and I have let him off, is it possible thatI have striked while the iron is too hot? I feel the Miss Degas mask slip, and I struggle to gain control. I have to force myself to tense up to stop the wave of emotions, he is sending corsing down my body. I am not sure if its intinial -or- not. I am about to push away from him.
He pulls away,instead, so we can both take a breath, and we lay panting for oxygen against our respective seats.My head is spinning, and I haven't felt such high euphiora since the one time I tried Herion. If he can do that which just one kiss, why hasn't he been snapped up, yet.I have never felt such passion, such spunk in just one kiss, and it didn't even last that long.I need to compose myself, its a little hard though, with the world revolving. I reach for the car door handle, I need to get out before something slips, and the plan is broken before it should be. I need to get him to trust me, I can't let this slip.
"You should probably leave anyway, " he says to me. I turn to him, and catch a spark of something fading from his eyes.
What is he talking about? Is he on to me? Did he pick that up from that kiss."Pardon, Monsieur?" I hear it in my voice, that my accent is not entirely the same as before, it is only slight, maybe he didn't catch it. It sounds too french instead of too german as before.
"I don't know who you are, but I doubt, your name is Miss Degas anything, and I am sure there probably never was a Miss Degas. I don't even think you are a blond. Maybe you work with Arnaud, but it would be best if you leave, and I will not turn you in, when we find out who you really are later?" He says soft, and gently. It almost makes me cry, it touches something in me, I have never felt, almost maternial. I shrink mentally, what sort of games is he playing with me. How is he doing this?
With the intense wave of passion, still raging inside, I curse myself mentally, and take a deep breath. This is a role, I have to finish the role. I can't drop my shields completely. I have to pretend that the kiss didn't happen, I have to pick up where I left off in the script, which has obviously just been revised. "Vhat, I do not comprehend this, Mr.....err...Ebees." I say barely audible, but with all parts of the accent corrected.
"You aren't Miss Degas are you, I would have caught it sooner -or- later, especially since I am in charge of background checks.And I am sure the loving official left for me to do."
I stare at him, through the thick glasses, that are beginning to hurt my eyes. "Vhat, vhy vould you..."He pulls me into another kiss, that throws me totally off guard, and I scramble to keep my mental barriers up, as I feel them one by one drop rapidly. I feel his arms wrap around me, and I feel my mind slowly blanking out. He pulls away from me.
"Do you work for Arnaud, to bring me back so he can torture me more?" He asks, softly, yet firmly.
Arnaud is going to kill me for this, but if I lie to Eberts he will know, bloody hell, I am definetly losing it. Is now a good time to ask him about the propisition? I bit my lip, and feel myself start to tremble a little, my blood has suddenly run cold, I am not sure what to do, and I know I am not afraid of this mousy man, okay, I won't lie to myself, I am afraid in a way. How in the world did he get the power to have people drop their shields like that? I take a deep breath. "Do you want the truth?"Maybe he will just agree to it, and it would be easier on us both.
"That would be helpful. Unless, you want to see what I can extract from you, if we have sex." He gives me a small smile. He is trying to get a smile out of me, I think.
"He doesn't want to torture you anymore." I tell him truthfully.
"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow.
" He wants to make you a partner."
He gives me a blank stare. "A partner?"
I sigh, for someone who is suppose to be so intelligent, he is starting to annoy me. Do I really have to spell it out for him. "He feels you have potential to help the organization in many ways."
He bursts into laughter.
This angers me for some reason. "That was not a joke, Mr. Eberts!"
"I know that, I am sorry for laughing, please forgive me, and call me Ebees, so, what are the fringes benefits of this partnership?"
(more to come)