His warm skin came in contact with hers, his steady heartbeat pushing through his chest and onto her back. His hands wrapped around her waist and she leaned her head back. Her soft golden hair fell on his shoulder as his cheek grazed with hers. His smell was one of a kind, and she liked it. She felt his warm breath against the side of her skin, and she let out a little whimper, anticipating where it was going. His warm touch slid down her bikini bottom and she felt the urge to clench her thighs. Soft lips kissed bruises on her neck, the short beard hairs prickling against her in a delightful way. His other arm engulfed her, his bicep over her shoulder and his hand firmly on her waist.

"Damn it." she said when waking up. She lay on her bed looking up at the white ceiling, her thighs clutched and her body shaky. She bit her lower lip and sat up, checking the time. Bobbi had taken a nap seeing as it would be a long night and she had woken up early. God, she was still reminiscing the kiss he had given her at lunch. To say he was a good kisser was an understatement. Her tongue missed his, and her lips missed his taste, she didn't care how long it took her to finish the mission anymore, her main priority now was to make sex part of it. Her body begged for it - too much. She needed to get it over with so that she could focus again. Besides, he was a guy, guys enjoy that and it would help her get closer to him.

He had checked himself out over a thousand times, making sure he didn't have any flaw. God, he was about to meet a goddess, a goddess who had kissed him. How could he even get ready for her? Well it didn't matter anymore, he was at the lobby, keeping his cool, and waiting for Bobbi Morsel to meet with him. He could still savour her lips, smell her perfume and feel her soft skin, god that kiss left him hungry for more. But the fact that they kissed was still somewhat surreal, like he had wanted it to happen so badly he had imagined. Fortunately, the prickling sensation on his lower lip reminded him that it was real, and that it was ten times better than he had imagined.

She saw her walking down the hallway, looking elegant yet daring. She could always pull it off, look mesmerising but at the same time gallant. Her purple dress marked her curves and defined the line of her breasts as her hair fell on her perfect bare shoulders. He was glad she was wearing flats, it made her closer to him. With her she carried a small purse in her hand. Hunter took a deep breath, he was wearing a very nice white shirt, Giorgio Armani to be precise, and Italian shoes. He looked fly, but she... she was just stunning, and getting closer by the second. Maybe she would just walk passed him, ignore his existence now that she was already invited to the party, why wouldn't she? He wasn't a catch - at least not for someone like her. No one was, really. She saw him waiting, anxiously looking at her. Perfect. Her outfit played, just like she planned, and now he was all hers. Hell, she'd make sure he was, there was no way he would resist her tonight. Of that she was confident. But all that confidence begun to fade the closer she got to him, there was something about the way he looked at her, something that made her heart beat faster and her stomach turn. She saw a nervous tick on him, one in which he bit his lower lip and then released it. That reminded her of how good of a kisser he was and how tempting his touch turned out to be. God and his accent together with his shit-eating grin, that made her legs weak.

"Good evening, Bobbi." he greeted her, "You look..." his eyes scanned her, she felt the urge to blush but controlled her impulse and cocked an eyebrow at him instead, "...stunning doesn't cut it. Sorry, I can't find a proper word to describe... to describe you." he stuttered still dazzled at her appearance.

"Good evening, Lance." she replied biting her lower lip to hold back the huge grin that threatened to take over her face and stay there the whole night. He gave her a quick smile and offered his arm. She hooked hers around his and they walked inside the salon.

Loud and up-beat music took over the wild atmosphere pretty quickly. The dance floor was full of dancing people - mostly couples - and neon lights. The bar was opposite from the buffet, practically across the room. Most people wore shirts, blazers or even tuxedos. Despite all the handsome men present, Bobbi couldn't help but feel that she had the best one next to her. She also checked out the women, there were some cute girls out there, but Lance didn't seem to register them. Instead he greeted a few people and kept walking with her, proud to have her as the plus one. He then went straight for the food section.

"Thought you'd pick the bar." she teased.

"I'm not gonna have my date starve to death." he replied. Shit. Date. He slipped. Bobbi just smiled and kept on walking with him, her grip tightening. "And, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach." he smirked.

Fuck. That grin, that accent and that arrogance. God it was a spicy combination she adored. She wondered why they hadn't fucked yet, and then she remembered Idaho's comment. He really liked her, and he was trying hard to be a gentleman. She loved that, but she would also love to have him try hard at something else. They had chit chatted with plenty of couples and important men. She recognised the MI6 was in the party, along with some CIA and Soviet spies. Apparently, Lance had too. A man approached Lance in a very friendly manner, this time they let formalities aside and hugged.

"How have you been, Hunter?" he asked cheerfully. His accent was spanish, from Mexico, Bobbi noted. She also realised everyone called him by his last name more than by his first, close friends, Idaho included.

"Muy bien. De echo mira que chica mas maravillosa ha accedido a venir conmigo." he said as he turned to Bobbi.

"Andale chavo! Did you blackmail her?" he joked.

"Nah, I'm that charming." he bragged. She rolled her eyes at the comment.

"Tiene a mis padres en su sótano." joked Bobbi. Shit. She slipped, fluent spanish. Hunter turned to her and gave her an amazed smile. Well it was also half a drool, but she sounded sexy in spanish, okay?

"Española? From Spain?" asked the guest also surprised.

"No, I'm american. But I love Spain, that's why I learned spanish." she explained. Hunter's fingers intertwined with hers and Bobbi's heart leaped.

"Ah, so you're smart? How'd you end up with this dumbass?" he attacked, locking his eyes on her.

"Thanks, Jesus." mumbled Hunter.

"A girl like you, she can do much better than this short guy." he continued giving her a flirty smile while he flexed his muscles. He was attractive, she'd give him that. But he wasn't Lance. Clearly, this guy wasn't a 'friends before hoes' kind of guy. Hunter's phone buzzed and he answered it, giving Bobbi an apologetic look before he took the call somewhere less noisy. She smiled as he walked away.

"Yessir. I'll BOLO for that." he ended the call.

He stepped back into the room, hoping that she hadn't left. The table where they were sitting was empty, only her purse was on the table. He scanned the room, looking for his "date", if he could even call her that. It wasn't hard to spot a tall, blonde, and confident woman wearing a stunning purple dress. At least, not for Hunter. What took him a little longer to notice was the drink in her hand, an olive martini, and the man dancing with her, Jesus. He snorted. What else did he expect? He even told her himself that one would be a fool to leave her unaccompanied. Besides, Jesus was taller and handsome, and spoke spanish which she apparently loved. A waiter walked by with a tray full of champagne glasses. Hunter smoothly took one and sat on the stool next to the high tables. He gave a resentful glance at the dancing couple and then faced the window as he took a sip of his drink.

Bobbi noticed instantly and her heart dropped. She hated doing this to him, trading him out by one of the friends he had introduced her to. He was probably thinking that it was inevitable, that she was using him to get into the part and go for the best option she could find. She wanted to attend the party, and dance, but with Hunter, not with anyone else. Unfortunately, she had a mission and she needed Jesus to give out some information.

"So, you are the famous Mockingbird." he whispered. "I am amazed." he flirted invading all senses of personal space. She wanted to punch him, kick him in the balls even. Push him away and go get Lance, but she couldn't just yet. She leaned closer and played along.

"Y tu eres el famoso Jesus." she flirted, "Gotta say you have quite the reputation." fueling ego and speeding up his hormones, that always worked on men.

"Thanks." he said grabbing her thighs and threatening to grind on her. God she hoped Lance didn't turn around now.

"You got my info?" she asked in a flirtatious tone.

"Yes. There's three hard drives. He definitely has two of them with him, but the third and most important one is located somewhere else. SAS protection techniques." he whispered getting ready to nip at her neck.

She rolled her eyes at his predictable move and "accidentally" poured her drink on his shirt. He staggered back and she walked away, a slight sway in her hips reminding him that she wasn't his. She reached the table and tapped Lance's shoulder. He turned around lazily, expecting anyone but her. He startled a little bit and got off the stool. He then saw the purse on the table and figured she probably came back for that.

"Your friend is a little bit... annoying." she said shyly. Hunter smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah, I've noticed." he agreed. Bobbi grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him in for a brave and short kiss he was definitely not expecting. He stuttered non-existent words and finally opened his eyes.

"Is there anyone else you have to see?" she asked casually. He shook his head. "Great, then let's get out of here." she smiled as she offered him a hand. He handed her the purse and took her hand, they both walked out of the party. They were heading downstairs, he figured they would probably go to the gardens or the lake. She instead lead him to the elevator and pressed the button to call it.

"Um... Where exactly are we going?" he asked confused.

"I need to give you your blazer back." she answered plainly. A soft ding announced the opening doors and they stepped into the elevator. She pressed the 4th floor button and the metallic doors slid close.

As soon as the gap closed, she pushed him against the wall and jumped to his lips hungrily. He kissed her back, gaining the upper hand and turning her around so that she was the one pressed up against the wall. He broke off the kiss to bite her neck as their hands moved frantically. Another soft ding announced the opening doors before he could attack her neck skin. She entangled her fingers with his and tightened the grip, leading him straight down the hallway. Both of their breathing rates were accelerated, and she could feel his pulse through the tips of his fingers. His heart was racing as much as hers. His sudden large gulps told her he was anticipating what was coming, but his package remained stable. She knew that they were going to fuck, and most likely fuck hard. It was inevitable, and they both knew it.

WARNING: NEXT CHAPTER HAS A VIVID SEX SCENE