Only a Moment
A "Chance" Meeting
Disclaimer: Do I really have to say it?
Thanks to Bainpeth for this one.
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Whoever she was, she was beautiful. Long dark hair, deep dark eyes, big tits, and legs to die for.
Sands had seen her around now for exactly forty-nine days.
On fifteen of those days, she had made eye contact.
On six of those times, she had smiled.
Five of those six had been in the last eight days.
Whoever she was, she was beautiful. And she was obviously government. Sands could spot another spook a mile away. The only question was, which government?
She intrigued him. He had never been big on sharing, but if she could be persuaded to tell what information she had, he would be that much more ahead of the game. Surveilling the Barillo cartel was not as easy as he had first thought it would be. Taking the time to butter her up could well be worth it.
She looked like she would be great in bed, too. Yet another fringe benefit.
The bartender didn't know her real name. Ajedrez, he called her.
Sands knew his Spanish. Her name meant "chess." Clearly not her real name. She was obviously an amateur. Only an amateur went to all the trouble of coming up with fake identities. He had long ago decided that the best way to hide was to stay in plain view. What could be dangerous about an obvious American tourist?
But she used a fake name. Nothing else about her seemed fake, though. Certainly not her chest.
On this particular night, they were in a cantina. She sat at one corner of the bar, where she could look out at the whole room. He was at a table on the side of the room, his back to the wall. He had watched her the whole time he had been eating.
She finished her drink and set the glass down on the bar. She looked up and saw him staring at her.
She smiled.
Sands smirked to himself. There it was. His invitation.
He took one last swallow of his tequila and stood up. He walked over to the bar and sat down beside her. "Agent Ajedrez?"
She went very pale, and although his expression did not change, inside he was jumping up and down with glee. He had her. Two seconds into the conversation, and he had her. For someone whose name meant chess, she didn't play the game very well.
He intended to show her how it was done. When he was finished with her, she wouldn't know what had hit her.
She would never have seen him coming.
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