Chapter Seven
A few days later Sydney comes back with no scratches, and broken bones. Everything went as planned, and she got the info that the CIA needed. Safely tucked away in her inside pocket she went inside the safehouse. Vaughn was standing there smiling and looked quite handsome. She shrugged off the thought and handed Vaughn the disk. Their hands touched, and shot jolts of electricity through their bodies.
At the airport, she had the sudden urge to get Vaughn something, when she was getting off the plane. Syd whent into her other pocket and grabbed a King's puck from inside.
"For you," she handed him the puck.
Michael was flattered and replied a "thank you." He took the puck and put it on the table below him.
"I'll put this with my other prize possessions," he smiled.
"I'm flattered," she laughed.
"Not that many things go with my prize possessions," he winked.
"Really," Sydney replied.
"Oh, only the King's stuff I have, and few other things," he added.
"And how much King's stuff do you have?" she asked.
"Oh, a lot," he replied.
"Oh, I feel special now," she said sarcastically.
"Anyways, thanks again for the souvenir," he smiled. "The trip went well?"
"Yep, no broken bones, and I have, had your disk," she gleamed.
"I see that, good job," he waved the disk.
"Well, I guess I'm off," she smiled. " See ya!"
"Thanks again for the puck," he said as he walked towards Sydney. He slowly leaned in and Sydney's heart started pitter-pattering.
"What's he doing?" her eyes widened.
He gently put his lips on her cheek and looked straight into her confused eyes.
"Thanks, " he smirked, and started to walk to the door. "See you soon."
Baffled by the kiss, she slowly started to grin. She put her hand to her cheek and just thought of those warm lips on her flesh. She heard the door close and looked over to the door. He was gone! She wanted to ask him what that was all about and make him answer. But he was gone. The smirk he had on his face made her stomach flutter.
"I shouldn't get all excited over it. It was nothing," she said to herself.
But in her head, it whispered," Oh, but it was."
She sighed and went out the door to her car. She slid back into the driver's seat and put on her seatbelt. She turned the car on the looked at the clock.
"4:00pm, Francie will be wondering where I am. What days is it?" she asked herself. "Saturday, shoot! Tomorrow is that dinner!"
She put the car into drive and roared home. She was thinking of too much stuff at the moment.
A few days later Sydney comes back with no scratches, and broken bones. Everything went as planned, and she got the info that the CIA needed. Safely tucked away in her inside pocket she went inside the safehouse. Vaughn was standing there smiling and looked quite handsome. She shrugged off the thought and handed Vaughn the disk. Their hands touched, and shot jolts of electricity through their bodies.
At the airport, she had the sudden urge to get Vaughn something, when she was getting off the plane. Syd whent into her other pocket and grabbed a King's puck from inside.
"For you," she handed him the puck.
Michael was flattered and replied a "thank you." He took the puck and put it on the table below him.
"I'll put this with my other prize possessions," he smiled.
"I'm flattered," she laughed.
"Not that many things go with my prize possessions," he winked.
"Really," Sydney replied.
"Oh, only the King's stuff I have, and few other things," he added.
"And how much King's stuff do you have?" she asked.
"Oh, a lot," he replied.
"Oh, I feel special now," she said sarcastically.
"Anyways, thanks again for the souvenir," he smiled. "The trip went well?"
"Yep, no broken bones, and I have, had your disk," she gleamed.
"I see that, good job," he waved the disk.
"Well, I guess I'm off," she smiled. " See ya!"
"Thanks again for the puck," he said as he walked towards Sydney. He slowly leaned in and Sydney's heart started pitter-pattering.
"What's he doing?" her eyes widened.
He gently put his lips on her cheek and looked straight into her confused eyes.
"Thanks, " he smirked, and started to walk to the door. "See you soon."
Baffled by the kiss, she slowly started to grin. She put her hand to her cheek and just thought of those warm lips on her flesh. She heard the door close and looked over to the door. He was gone! She wanted to ask him what that was all about and make him answer. But he was gone. The smirk he had on his face made her stomach flutter.
"I shouldn't get all excited over it. It was nothing," she said to herself.
But in her head, it whispered," Oh, but it was."
She sighed and went out the door to her car. She slid back into the driver's seat and put on her seatbelt. She turned the car on the looked at the clock.
"4:00pm, Francie will be wondering where I am. What days is it?" she asked herself. "Saturday, shoot! Tomorrow is that dinner!"
She put the car into drive and roared home. She was thinking of too much stuff at the moment.