Goren had just entered the call girl's club.
He walked over to the bar, sat down, and asked the bartender for a brandy.
He took his glass in his hand, and brought it to his lips.
Goren turned his head to the side, looking around the room, inspecting it.
Was he going to find her with all her girls...
Eames would be furious if she found him here.
He had made her a promise to stay away from his mission, or she was undercover.
But Goren hadn't been able to keep his promise.
And here he was tonight...
He couldn't help but worry about Eames...
If anything happened to her...
Eames was like his little sister.
And as her big brother, he had to look after her.
If Alex found him here, he would simply make up an excuse.
A work-related excuse.
- Good evening... Tall, dark hair.
A tall brown woman approached him, putting her hand on his shoulder.
- Do you feel lonely?
The woman in question, was well in evidence her strong chest.
He blushed.
It was embarrassing.
Moreover, he had difficulty, when a woman made him of the rentre dedans.
How to make her understand that he was not interested, without offending her.
Damn it...
Goren tried as best he could to push her away, but she was getting closer, curling up against him.
Should he pull out his badge, so she would leave him alone...
- Fiona. Leave the gentleman alone.
Goren gasped as if caught off guard, at the sound of the voice, which he recognized from miles away.
My God...
Eames.
I hope she doesn't think...
That she misinterprets things.
- He came for me.
Fiona huffed, looking at Eames with a murderous eye.
What could he possibly see in Mandy?
She was small, she had very little shape compared to her.
And on top of that, Mandy was much less desirable than her, unless one liked bland things.
Reluctantly, she pulled away from Goren, letting go.
- You don't know what you're losing!
She walked past Eames, looking down on her.
Eames shrugged his shoulders in response.
She didn't care what Fiona thought of her.
Eames had recognized Goren's silhouette.
He had been caught in Fiona's clutches.
And although she was angry with him for not keeping his promise, she had come to his rescue.
Why was he here?
She had her little idea...
But she didn't like the fact that he had come.
He had promised...
And at every opportunity, he betrayed his word.
Should she lecture him?
Seeing the reaction he had had with Fiona, he had already punished himself.
Alex came to sit next to Bobby, leaned her face towards his, bringing her lips close to his ear, brushing it.
- What are you doing here? In Eames' voice was reproach. You promised me...
Goren should have known that Eames would not be pleased.
And she wasn't.
He knew very well that she would react like this, but he had wanted to come anyway.
- I...
Alex put a finger to his lips, silencing him.
She wasn't really mad at Bobby.
On the contrary...
She was happy to see him.
She had more than enough of his men, of their wandering hands, and who were insistent with her.
And to see a face she knew, was very pleasant.
Especially if this head, was that of his partner, Goren.
Tonight, she was going to be quiet.
But she should not forget, that she was there to play a role.
And that if she did not play it, she would be spotted, and goodbye to her cover.
Eames had to pass for a client.
Alex came closer to Bobby, climbed onto his lap, so sitting, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her small chest against his chest.
Goren blushed violently, his heart racing.
Eames was much too close to him...
He could feel her small breasts, their points against his chest.
And he could not hold back the effect it was having on him.
It was very erotic, very exciting.
He was not reassured.
If Eames found out how it affected him.
He could hardly hide it.
She was sitting on his thighs, and she must have felt his hard member.
He didn't want her to get under his skin.
Gently, and trying to regain his composure, he tried to pull her away from him, but she squeezed even closer.
- Alex...
Alex smiled mischievously.
Bobby's voice was hoarse.
And she could feel his arousal at her intimacy.
That'll teach you to betray your promises.
You put yourself in this situation.
Now you'll have to deal with it.
Eames rubbed his intimacy on his member, accentuating his disorder.
She raised her big hazel eyes to his face, looking at him, and batting her eyelashes.
God...
Was she going to stop rubbing her intimacy on his member?
Any normal man could only feel desire, especially when the woman in his arms was so pretty.
Goren had to make a huge effort to try to get his act together.
Because if she continued like that, he would soon cum in his underwear.
What the hell...
But what was she playing at...
Was she turning him on?
It was so embarrassing...
But also very exciting.
Bobby put his hands behind his head, trying as best he could to remove Alex's arms, but she was holding on.
He forgot that despite her small size, she had strength.
- But what ...
Alex brought her lips to his neck, and put her lips on it.
- Let yourself go... Bobby.
He turned red, blood boiling in his chest.
Eames was definitely turning him on.
And it was working well, too well.
If she kept it up, he wouldn't be able to hold back, and he'd take her right now, in front of everyone.
Damn...
Bobby was so shy.
She'd wanted to play, and now she wanted more than just the playing stage.
She wanted to feel the man.
His lips, his hands, his lips on her body.
Eames had a little idea...
- Here I am not Alex, nor Eames... His voice was sensual in her ear, it sent shivers through her body. I'm Mandy...
Oh, God...
Goren had forgotten that Eames was undercover, and that for that she had to play her part, otherwise the deception might be noticed.
But now Alex was too enterprising for him.
And it didn't look like a game at all.
Or was the small Eames reserved, full of restraint...
Moreover, she was wearing one of his outfits.
The top had a cleavage, which brought out her small breasts, and the bottom, was a mini shorts, which moulded her small well rounded buttocks.
Alex had a body to make damn a saint.
He blushed violently, the heart drumming violently in his chest, ready to explode.
Eames was the kind of woman to wear classic, casual outfits.
Seeing her in this outfit ...
Her golden hair was raised in a bun, or a few strands, revealing a face with delicate features, and well drawn, and a pretty little neck ...
Damn it...
He should never have come...
He had put himself in this trap.
To see Alex in this outfit, that she rubs herself on him, made him one of her effects.
And for the first time of his life, he would have well put Eames in his bed.
She had to hide pretty treasures, that they would like to discover with his fingers, his lips.
And this way that she had to tighten against him, to rub itself...
For several investigations, they had to play the couples, and he was used to it.
But there...
It was totally different.
Eames had lit a fire inside him that only she could quell.