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The pad of Nika's thumb hit the mobile's phone redial button but as she listened to the unanswered rings from the other end of the line she realized the mistake she had made. Her hitman couldn't be rushed into the unknown and he was a man of actions, not words. An exasperated sigh left her mouth as she ended the call and returned her head to the pillow.
A few seconds passed before his mobile phone stopped ringing. He imagined that his abrupt end to their conversation provoked the old defensive Nika. He knew that she had the right to be upset but he didn't know what to say to make it up to her.
"It's me." Karissa said after knocking on his door.
It was strange for him to not see the usual black bomb attached to the door. He was no longer a wanted criminal but now a free man.
"Hey," she smiled at him, "we're going to leave for dinner in a half hour and I came here to tell you that I'm dragging you with us."
"Ok," he tipped his head.
She noticed uneasiness in his face and voice, "Are you all right? You look a little..uncomfortable."
"Karina just called," he wasn't sure if he wanted to talk to Karissa about what just happened.
"Is she ok?"
"Yes, she's fine."
Her head tipped to the left allowing her search his face, "But you don't seem to be."
He opened his mouth but couldn't speak.
"Frank, it's just me," she reached out and touched his arm.
"She's upset with me."
"About?"
After a few seconds he decided to talk to her and led the way to the living room where they both sat down, "Karina tried to..initiate..phone sex."
"I see," she nodded, "and you weren't in the mood for it?"
Pushing through his reluctance he said, "I've never done it before."
Her perfectly plucked eyebrows creased, "Really? You two are in a long distance relationship and you've never done it?"
"No, is that wrong?"
"No," she gave him an understanding look, "just shocking. I mean, have you two seen each other? You're both gorgeous and in love."
"Thank you?"
Her lips formed into curious smirk, "Why were you so weird about telling me this?"
"Because..you're like..a little sister to me."
"Really?" she asked him.
"Yes, it feels strange.
With soft eyes and a sweet smile she told him, "That's sweet but I'm a grown married woman. I know things. Like..I understand why you're uncomfortable."
"How?"
She brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, "Jason is the only person I've ever been intimate with, phone sex included. We didn't wait until marriage but it was special."
A little grin came to his mouth, "That's good to know..Karina is my first."
Her dark eyes grew large, "Wow..that's lovely and stunning. You're a good looking guy."
"Thanks."
A brief comforting silence passed between them.
She brought her hands together and spoke, "Ok, so..phone sex is different than the actual act in that you have to really rely on your words and tap into the right side of your brain to satisfy each other. Be creative, create a scene or talk about a previous time where you made love. Conjure up the sights, sounds, scents, tastes and sensations. The right adjectives are your best tools."
He was interested in her knowledge, "Like?"
"Well, never use the word moist," she grimaced.
"Why?"
"Because we hate that word, it feels and sounds gross. It should only be used to describe well cooked poultry or a perfectly baked cake."
"I see..how about wet?"
"Wet is perfect, so is deluge, slick and even silky are all fine to use. Once, Jason said I felt the like the ocean and it drove me wild," she smiled.
"Why?"
"Because the ocean is natural, beautiful and stating the obvious, wet."
"I understand."
"Avoid using anatomical terms because it's dry and in no way arousing. You're speaking to your lover not your doctor. Although clit is fine and so are breasts. Slang terms are welcomed..except for the c-word for her..unless she uses it first."
He made sure to soak everything in, "Is there anything else?"
"Yes, only use the word 'big' to describe yourself never her. We're supposed to be tight and embracing down there, never big and loose. Also, we're soft, sensual, and sweet make us feel that way. And make sure you both have ear pieces or headsets so that your hands are free."
"To do what?"
She blinked, stunned to see him not understand what she was saying, "So you can both touch yourselves as you're talking to one another."
His dark eyes widen, "What? Why?"
"Because words are a great start but they're not enough and she'll want to hear you climax too. Unless you can fake it, you will literally have to take matters into your own hands."
"I don't…do that."
"Not once?"
"No..do you?"
"Yes..not a lot but it happens. It's perfectly normal, Frank. Please tell me that Karina's done it to you?"
"She has," he admitted.
"Good, then you know what to do," and she sat forward and touched his hand, "my parents have a good strong marriage because they're very open, honest and intimate with each other. If you want that with Karina, you'll have to continue to take leaps and keep an open mind. You've been doing well so far, don't stop now."
His hand touched hers, "I won't. Thanks..you made this conversation bearable."
With a little grin she answered, "You're welcome, good luck and let's go because my parents hate being late."
"All right," he followed her lead.
Even though he knew Karissa was capable of defending herself, he didn't like using her for this assignment. The target has a penchant for young high class Latina escorts and she fit the profile. He didn't want to risk hiring an actual prostitute and truth be told, he preferred to only work with people he trusted. Luckily for him, the target's real prostitute readily accepted Karissa's payment when she approached her and agreed to miss their date.
As the elevator approached the target's floor, Karissa adjusted the red dress's revealing yet tasteful neckline and then the clear ear bud in her right ear.
"Can you hear me?" she asked Agent 47,
"Perfectly," he answered back.
"Good, I'm about to approach Delton's suite. Dad, how are you?"
Agent 18 looked down at the two dead bodyguards at his feet before walking over to the bathroom, "I'm ready for what's next."
"So am I," she replied.
"Be careful," he told his daughter.
"I will," she stepped off the elevator and strutted towards Delton's suite, "There's one guard at the door," she whispered as closed in on the guard.
"Who are you?" The enormous bodyguard asked her.
"I'm Camille. I have a date with Jonathan Delton," she told him.
"I need to search your purse," he held his hand.
"Of course," she handed him the black clutch purse and smiled when he returned it to her.
"Go inside, he's waiting in the bedroom," he opened the door for her.
"Gracias, senor," she winked at him before walking in.
"Are there anymore guards?" Agent 47 asked.
"Two in the living room," she softly answered as passed the living room and knocked on the bedroom door.
"It's open, come in," Delton said from the bathroom.
She opened the door and glanced at the bathroom where the gray haired man wore only a robe as he shaved his face.
"My God you're a stunning creature," he let his eyes roam over her body, "you must be new."
"I was hired two weeks ago. I'm Camille," she gave a sultry smile.
"Well Camille, make yourself comfortable on the bed. I'll join you after I finish shaving my face," he winked at her.
The urge to vomit pulled at her but she suppressed it, "You don't mind if I get some fresh air on the balcony?"
"Of course not."
"Thanks," she opened the doors to the balcony and then removed the pendant from the fiber wire she wore around her neck.
"I don't mean to be a bother but how did a woman as stunning as you get into this business?"
She joined him in the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror with icy eyes, "It's a family business," she immediately wrapped the wire around his neck. After he passed out, Agent 47 came in from the balcony and helped her carry and tie Delton's body to bed.
Agent 47 handed her a gun and gave her a sharp nod.
"Oh my God, he's collapsed!" She screamed out, "I think he's having a heart attack! Someone please help!"
Both her and Agent 47 stood on opposite sides of the doorway and shot all three bodyguards once they entered the room.
Delton awoke to find his hands and feet bound to the bed posts while Agent 47 and Karissa stood before him.
"What the hell is going on here?"
"We need information about The Franchise," Agent 47 said to him.
He blinked and lied, "I don't know what you're talking about! Let me go before I.." he stopped talking once he saw his dead bodyguards.
"You hired them to kill your competitor."
"You can't prove-.."
"That's moot," Karissa said, "all we want to know is how you got into contact with them."
"Fuck you both!" he spat at her but missed.
Agent 47 punched his face, "Where do you think I should start?" He asked Karissa while still glaring at Delton.
"His fingernails," she replied.
"Wait!" Delton yelled out once he saw Agent 47 remove pliers from his inner suit pocket, "My assistant, Glennis Ronnate he was the one who arranged the hit!"
Agent 47 turned to Karissa.
"Did you get that Dad?"
"Every word Sweetheart," Agent 18 said before he punched Glennis as he stepped out of the bedroom.
"Why do you care about finding The Franchise?" Delton asked them.
"You don't need to know," Agent 47 answered and listened to Agent 18 extract a name from Glennis before killing him.
"Why not?"
He raised his gun, "Because of this," he executed the corrupt entrepreneur.
His eyes went to the clock that hung on the bathroom's wall as he tied the terrycloth robe shut. It was a quarter past eight for Nika and even though it wasn't Sunday, he needed to hear her voice. The carnal part of him missed being able to touch her. As he left the bathroom, he swiped the bottle of body lotion off the sink.
He lied down on the bed and put in his mobile phone's ear bud.
"Hey you..wait, it's not Sunday," Nika said after answering his call.
"I know, I needed to hear your voice," he confessed to her.
Smiling, she turned to her side and adjusted the ear bud, "I miss you too. What are you doing?"
"I just stepped out of the shower and.." he untied his robe.
"What?" She felt her body become warm at thought of him standing in the shower as water cascaded all over his perfect body.
"I thought about our firs time together…"
Her perfect eyebrows rose in shock, "Really.."
When he began describing their first time together in great detail, she let her hands roam all over her body and the moans she heard from him turned her on even more. It stunned and satisfied her to hear how he talented he was with his words. Considering how little he said when they first met, he had come a long way because of her; she loved it. In a matter of moments, she climaxed then smiled when she heard him loudly moan her name.
He was excited and relieved to find out how right Karissa had been. The feel of his touch wasn't odd or wrong like he originally thought. It felt natural and invigorating. Hearing her enjoy his words was also rewarding for him.
"That was.." Nika said in between breaths, "incredible! Where did you..How?"
"The truth?" He exhaled.
"Always."
"I had a talk with Karissa."
She giggled, "I need to buy her a present then because I've never come like that before, especially alone. Thank you."
He smiled, "You're welcome. I have an assignment in the morning."
"You wore me out too..I love you."
"I love you too. Goodnight, Nika."
"Night Frank."
After the first day, Nika told herself not to worry, but after a few more days went by she knew the truth. Her period was over one week late.