Big thanks to Dreamy who lets me bounce off all my wacky ideas and listens to all my wackiness.
Thanks Dreamy!!
Two weeks went by before Donovan saw Gina again. He passed his first year at Harvard and his father arranged for him to work at his Uncle's law firm that summer.
He walked into the dojo expecting a lot of people. Instead, it was just him and two instructors. Donovan took his shoes off and bowed to the instructors.
"Changing room?" he asked. Donovan nodded his thanks as one pointed to a room in the back. A few minutes later he stepped out wearing his black gi.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me Mr. Donovan." Gina said.
Donovan turned and smiled when he saw Gina. She was leaning against the wall, dressed in a white gi.
"Ms. Bartolini," Donovan smiled, starting to cross the room to join her. Half way across, one of the instructors stepped in his way. "I see."
The second instructor came up behind Donovan and knocked his legs out from under him. Stunned for a moment, Donovan flipped back up and got into a fighting stance. "Could've warned a person," he smiled at Gina.
"That wouldn't be fun for me," she replied, inspecting her nails.
Donovan fought the first instructor. A few upper punches were thrown followed by blocks. Donovan stumbled back when he received a side kick to his chest. Donovan saw from the corner of his eye, the second instructor was joining in.
For twenty more minutes, Donovan kicked, punched and blocked blows from both instructors. He felt some satisfaction when he landed his blows. Tired as he was becoming, he continued to fight until Gina stepped in.
"Stop." Gina ordered. She walked onto the mat and bowed to the instructors. "Thank you, I'll take it from here."
Donovan watched the instructors leave and Gina get into a fighting stance. "I don't fight women." he stated, walking up to her.
"Really," Gina purred, lightly tracing her finger across his chin, "then I should have you think of me as a man."
"Don't think that's possible," Donovan smiled, grabbing her wrist.
"Oh, I think it's possible," Gina replied, kneeing him in the gut, "show me what you got."
Donovan gasped for air and glared at Gina. He was going to make her pay for this. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he started to have some idea. He had different versions running through his mind on how to make her pay.
"Okay," Donovan gasped, "if that's the way you want it."
Gina smiled and braced herself for Donovan's attack. She stepped back as he lunged at her. He punched, she blocked. She kicked, he blocked and threw another punch that connected to her shoulder.
Gina held nothing back going after Donovan. "Stop holding back Donovan," Gina growled, throwing a punch.
Donovan blocked her punch and grabbed her wrist. "I'll stop holding back," Donovan smirked, flipping Gina onto her back, "now tell me what's going on?"
Gina tried to push Donovan off, but he held her down. "Get off me," she hissed.
"Does Daddy send you to do his job now?" he asked, easing up the pressure on her arms.
"What?" Gina asked, wondering what he father had to do with this.
"Your father," Donovan drawled, "head of the FBI. I've done some checking on you."
"Must be nice to have contacts all over," Gina huffed, lifting her knee into a sensitive part of his body, "using your Daddy's contacts, proving you're a diplomat's kid. I don't work for my father."
Donovan rolled onto side in pain. "Yea," he gasped, "better than being a military brat. What's this about?"
Gina saw the pain in his face and started to feel bad. She bent down to help him up when Donovan grabbed her ankle and tripped her.
"You'll pay for that hit later." Donovan growled into her ear, "What's funny?"
"Congratulations Mr. Donovan," Gina laughed, "you passed test number one."
"What test?" he asked, staring into her dark brown eyes. "And who do you work for?"
"I'm here to offer you a whole new world Mr. Donovan," Gina explained, "a world filled with adventure and more potential than working in your Uncle's law firm."
Donovan sat up and pulled Gina with him, "Who are you recruiting for?" he demanded.
"The CIA Mr. Donovan," Gina smiled, "the CIA."
Thanks Dreamy!!
Two weeks went by before Donovan saw Gina again. He passed his first year at Harvard and his father arranged for him to work at his Uncle's law firm that summer.
He walked into the dojo expecting a lot of people. Instead, it was just him and two instructors. Donovan took his shoes off and bowed to the instructors.
"Changing room?" he asked. Donovan nodded his thanks as one pointed to a room in the back. A few minutes later he stepped out wearing his black gi.
"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me Mr. Donovan." Gina said.
Donovan turned and smiled when he saw Gina. She was leaning against the wall, dressed in a white gi.
"Ms. Bartolini," Donovan smiled, starting to cross the room to join her. Half way across, one of the instructors stepped in his way. "I see."
The second instructor came up behind Donovan and knocked his legs out from under him. Stunned for a moment, Donovan flipped back up and got into a fighting stance. "Could've warned a person," he smiled at Gina.
"That wouldn't be fun for me," she replied, inspecting her nails.
Donovan fought the first instructor. A few upper punches were thrown followed by blocks. Donovan stumbled back when he received a side kick to his chest. Donovan saw from the corner of his eye, the second instructor was joining in.
For twenty more minutes, Donovan kicked, punched and blocked blows from both instructors. He felt some satisfaction when he landed his blows. Tired as he was becoming, he continued to fight until Gina stepped in.
"Stop." Gina ordered. She walked onto the mat and bowed to the instructors. "Thank you, I'll take it from here."
Donovan watched the instructors leave and Gina get into a fighting stance. "I don't fight women." he stated, walking up to her.
"Really," Gina purred, lightly tracing her finger across his chin, "then I should have you think of me as a man."
"Don't think that's possible," Donovan smiled, grabbing her wrist.
"Oh, I think it's possible," Gina replied, kneeing him in the gut, "show me what you got."
Donovan gasped for air and glared at Gina. He was going to make her pay for this. He wasn't sure what was going on, but he started to have some idea. He had different versions running through his mind on how to make her pay.
"Okay," Donovan gasped, "if that's the way you want it."
Gina smiled and braced herself for Donovan's attack. She stepped back as he lunged at her. He punched, she blocked. She kicked, he blocked and threw another punch that connected to her shoulder.
Gina held nothing back going after Donovan. "Stop holding back Donovan," Gina growled, throwing a punch.
Donovan blocked her punch and grabbed her wrist. "I'll stop holding back," Donovan smirked, flipping Gina onto her back, "now tell me what's going on?"
Gina tried to push Donovan off, but he held her down. "Get off me," she hissed.
"Does Daddy send you to do his job now?" he asked, easing up the pressure on her arms.
"What?" Gina asked, wondering what he father had to do with this.
"Your father," Donovan drawled, "head of the FBI. I've done some checking on you."
"Must be nice to have contacts all over," Gina huffed, lifting her knee into a sensitive part of his body, "using your Daddy's contacts, proving you're a diplomat's kid. I don't work for my father."
Donovan rolled onto side in pain. "Yea," he gasped, "better than being a military brat. What's this about?"
Gina saw the pain in his face and started to feel bad. She bent down to help him up when Donovan grabbed her ankle and tripped her.
"You'll pay for that hit later." Donovan growled into her ear, "What's funny?"
"Congratulations Mr. Donovan," Gina laughed, "you passed test number one."
"What test?" he asked, staring into her dark brown eyes. "And who do you work for?"
"I'm here to offer you a whole new world Mr. Donovan," Gina explained, "a world filled with adventure and more potential than working in your Uncle's law firm."
Donovan sat up and pulled Gina with him, "Who are you recruiting for?" he demanded.
"The CIA Mr. Donovan," Gina smiled, "the CIA."
