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“Hey, miss,” I said, putting the cheap and small cell phone to my ear. I held it gingerly with my thumb and forefinger. Big hands weren’t useful for most practical things, I’d learned over the years. Good for fighting, though. And women se
emed to like them…
“Hey there, mister,” she said, her voice low and dripping honey. “I’m all ready for you. Or I should say, we’re all ready for you.”
She giggled along with two other girls in the background. It sounded like they were all a little tipsy.
“Good stuff, doll. Just tell me when and I’ll be there. Oh, and you’ll like the transport, for sure. Something me and your dad got, special like.”
“Ooh, I can’t wait!” she squealed.
Sounded like she’d definitely been at her dad’s whiskey cupboard.
I heard a few comments from her friends in the background, but couldn’t make out what they’d said, which was probably for the best.
“Be at mine in two days. That’s Thursday. We’ll need to be leaving for the ai…” she hesitated, “for the destination at about four p.m. Get here at about two if you can.” She sounded pleased with her almost immediate correction of her potential slip up. “I’m guessing my dad filled you in with the details. You know where we’re going, right?”
I half heard a crude, muffled comment from one of the girls in the background about me filling in Alexandra, who gasped in mock indignation, laughing and sounding a little embarrassed.
“Right,” I said, needing to wrap this up quick. I could hear a slight echo from her end of the phone. Either it was a bad line, or her phone was tapped. I didn’t know if it was possible for my location to be discovered from a tap on her phone, and I didn’t want to take the risk of finding out. “I’ll be there for sure. See ya,” I said and hung up.
I sat there for a moment, feeling a little disturbed with myself. It was a damn shame. I could listen to that girl talk all day, ‘specially with her a bit tipsy.
I glanced down at my watch on my left wrist. It was half past three.
I debated checking over my gear again, but quickly changed my mind.
Stop worrying like a goddamn old woman, Cruz, I chastised myself.
I needed a drink or two to take my mind off things.
Alexandra
“You pair of bitches!” I screeched.
I didn’t think Cruz had actually heard what my friends had said when I was on the phone to them, although a part of me almost hoped he had, shamefully thinking it’d be nice to give him something to think about. But I definitely wouldn’t admit that to these two because I’d never hear the last of it. Still though, the more I thought about Cruz, the further my mind went in visualizing his naked muscled form…
I was looking forward to the trip more and more by the hour.
Olivia and Lucy burst out laughing, and Olivia poked me in the ribs. “Just admit it!” she said. “Then we’ll stop teasing you.”
“Admit what?” I replied, raising my eyebrows with feigned innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t play innocent little girl with us,” Lucy said. “I could hear from your voice you can’t wait to get your hands on his muscles!”
“Well, I cannot confirm or deny your accusations,” I said as seriously as I could, struggling to keep a straight face. “But either way, hands off! He’s my bodyguard, remember!” Unable keep it together any longer, I burst into laughter, falling towards the two girls and slapping them both on the legs. The champagne had gone straight to my head, but I had to admit that I was having fun.
And flirting with Cruz had been fun too. His seriousness had made it even more enjoyable, and I as drawn to the idea of seeing if I could get a glimpse of the man behind the facade. The quickness of the phone call had barely given me any time to work my magic though; all I’d time to do was put on the sexy voice that usually worked like a charm.
Chapter Five
Cruz
I rose from my armchair, Alexandra and whiskey on my mind, in that order. Leaving my gear in my nondescript ex-army duffel bag, the sort of no-nonsense bag you could sling over one shoulder and fuck off in an instant. I liked it even though I had to admit it was a bit frayed and beaten.
I left the door to my small but modern apartment and ran down the steps, taking two at a time. My mind ran over the impending trip to the airport, the flight, and trip to the hotel in Paris after the flight. Going over potential routes, risks, dangers… fucking traffic hotspots. My mind was swimming with ideas and thoughts, feeling like it was about to fucking explode. I regretted taking on such a mammoth undertaking, but the money was right. Plus, after meeting Alexandra, I felt an instinctive need to protect her and keep her out of trouble, although it made me fucking nervous.
I had one more day to relax, so a few whiskies were on the cards this evening. I was out on the street now, taking in the sights and sounds of the city near my apartment. Traffic passed me on the left as I strolled purposefully along the sidewalk, the sound of engines intermittently broken by car horns. A homeless guy to my right, drunk or high—possibly both. A young, mean looking guy swaggered past him, bloodshot eyes darting everywhere at once. His hand was in his jacket.
