"Would you care for dessert, Madam?" the waiter in the hotel restaurant asked.
"Oui." Jaye replied with a seductive smile. "I love dessert."
"Shall I bring the tray for you to select from?"
"Oui, once my husband returns from the salle de bains." She replied.
"Yes, madam."
Within a few minutes, Shockwave returned to the table. Covering Jaye's eyes from behind, he leaned in close.
"Guess who, love."
"Jonathan, I told you not to come in here, my husband will catch us." Jaye replied.
"Jonathan?"
"Oh, I'm sorry William..." Jaye giggled. Raising and eyebrow at her, Shockwave took his seat next to her. She flashed a smile at him and batted her eyelashes.
"Another man? I thought you were my wife." He said with false distain in his voice.
"Oui, but that doesn't mean I cannot how do you say...fool around?"
Shaking his head, Shockwave turned to the waiter as he returned with the dessert tray.
"OOOOOhhhhh!!!!!" Jaye exclaimed, selecting an enormous slice of chocolate velvet cake.
"For you, sir?" the waiter asked.
"Just coffee." Shockwave replied. The waiter nodded, filled Shockwave's cup, then left the couple alone.
"You'll ruin your figure, love."
"We will see when we get back to the room, amour." Jaye smiled. "I will put on that skimpy lingerie I brought and you'll se my figure is a flawless as ever."
Shockwave shook his head again...She was going to get him killed...
"Problem, Mr. Hart?" a female voice asked, causing Shockwave to look over his shoulder, finding Catherine Grey behind him.
"Not at all, Ms. Grey. Please sit." Catherine did so, exchanging a nod with Lady Jaye. The waiter brought a cup of coffee and then returned with another for Catherine. The trio sat in silence as Jaye finished her slice of cake.
"Excusez-moi, Mme. Hart." The trio turned to find a man dressed in a finely tailored Armani suit.
"Oui?" Jaye replied with a smile.
"My employer wishes to have a word with the famous Alicia Hart. If it is not an inconvenience, of course, ma dame." The man spoke; a hint of Russian was detectable in his speech. Jaye looked to Shockwave.
"Go ahead, my dear. I'll just have to entertain myself with the lovely Ms. Grey here." Shockwave spoke, taking hold of Catherine's hand.
"Have fun." Jaye smiled, slipping from her seat and hooking her arm around the man's arm. Taking a sip of coffee, Shockwave grimaced and nearly dropped the cup on the table.
"Awful, isn't it?" Catherine commented. "Would you like your hand back?"
"Excuse me?"
"Your hand."
Shockwave looked down at the table and saw that he was still holding her hand. Quickly, he pulled it back.
"Sorry about that, Catherine."
"Not a problem, Mr. Hart." Catherine replied with a smile.
Nodding, Shockwave's eyes met hers. They were green like emerald, with a glimmer from the lights behind them...
"Something wrong?" Catherine asked, bringing him back to reality.
"Not at all..." he quickly replied.
"Would you like to leave? Go back to your room and go over tomorrow's shoot?"
"Sure."
"And while we're up there, I'll make some real coffee. This stuff is like sin."
"Agreed. Shall we, Ms. Grey?" Shockwave offered a hand.
"Of course."
Back in the suite Jaye and Shockwave were working out of; Catherine brought a fresh pot of coffee to the table and poured a cup for herself and Shockwave.
"You're not Jaye's usual partner." Catherine said.
"Huh?"
"I was told by my superiors that Lady Jaye would be working with a ego driven lunatic in a loud Hawaiian shirt. Something tells me you've never worn a Hawaiian in your life." She smiled.
"Nah, I'm the last minute sub."
"So you're not Chuckles." She stated.
"Nope." He extended a hand. "Jason Faria."
Taking his hand, she smirked. "No nickname, Jason? I thought all you Joes had nicknames."
"Shockwave if you prefer, Catherine."
"Gillian. Gillian O'Donnell. Catherine Grey is just a cover name, Shockwave."
"I see. So are all of you spooks as attractive? And as willing to show of your bodies?" he asked with a slight grin.
"Don't act like you didn't enjoy seeing two bare-chested women together." She smirked.
"I won't."
"And how did you know I was a spook?"
"You said the Agency sent you."
"Ah. Very observant. CID?"
"I was a cop."
"It gets better. Detective?"
"Just before I resigned. Before that, I was SWAT."
"Oooh...a tough guy."
Shockwave smirked.
"I touch a nerve?" she asked.
"Not at all."
"Good. I'd hate to piss off a good looking guy I'm assigned to." That caused Shockwave to raise an eyebrow.
"I'm serious. Really."
"Yeah."
"Hey. Most of these GI losers I'm stuck with a grizzled old men or punk kids who think they are God's gift to women. You're different. You had to half naked women around you and you were nervous."
"I was not."
"You were." She smiled. "And it's cute."
"Well, I'm glad you think it was cute. And drop the American accent."
"What accent?' she asked indignantly.
"The American accent. It's subtle, but I'll guess it's not your real accent."
Gillian smiled slightly and nodded. "Aye, yer right."
"Irish?"
She nodded.
"I always loved that accent. Especially from a beautiful lady."
"Really?" She leaned closer.
"Aye."
She smacked him playfully on the shoulder. "Now you're making fun of me."
"Never."
"Then I might have ta reward ye fer tha compliment."
"Really?"
"Aye." She leaned kissed him on the cheek.
"Ah-hum." Both Shockwave and Gillian leapt back at the sound. "Am I interrupting?" Lady Jaye asked, arms crossed...