The climax brought stinging tears to his eyes. It took a full ten seconds for him to roll on his back and blink them away. The cry of the muezzin sounded out over the city calling the faithful to prayers as the new day came to life. Between dawn and early morning the flight traffic was at its slowest, giving relative quiet to the city for the brief time. Alekzander Brede rose and stood gazing out the window and then glanced back at the woman still lying in the bed. "You know it might behoove you to know who you're sleeping with Mr. Brede," she said. "I know who I am sleeping with…" He turned back to the window again. "Then I presume this seals our deal?" "It was sealed when you asked and offered to pay." "So what was this?" Brede shrugged. "Your signature," "It's not polite or helpful to insult your employer Alekzander. And I don't appreciate being dismissed like a common whore." Rather than confirm her status, he remained staring down at the streets of New Cairo below him, watching one thief steal something from another, watched them scuffle until one ran away at full tilt. So engrossed with the scene, he barely ducked when the multi-rockets launched at him, blowing the top of the windowsill away. They exploded into tile and brick shrapnel raining down and across the room. The woman in the bed squealed, pulling the blankets over her and screaming for servants. They came scurrying like mice, swarming the room and making obeisance to her. Brede walked over, pulled the blankets down and inspected her briefly. "You're fine," he told her in a dry voice. "If I leave now, they'll stop and follow me." He tugged his clothes on and eyed her one more time from her curtained doorway. Her hair and eyes were black and her body as curved and as sweet as her lips. He refused to let her know he'd have done the job for free. Unlike him she was all human, earthy and hot and passionate in all aspects. Irresistible. He'd be damned before he let her know that.
Book One
By
P.I. Barrington
The climax brought stinging tears to his eyes. It took a full ten seconds for him to roll on his back and blink them away. The cry of the muezzin sounded out over the city calling the faithful to prayers as the new day came to life. Between dawn and early morning the flight traffic was at its slowest, giving relative quiet to the city for the brief time. Alekzander Brede rose and stood gazing out the window and then glanced back at the woman still lying in the bed.
"You know it might behoove you to know who you're sleeping with Mr. Brede," she said.
"I know who I am sleeping with…" He turned back to the window again.
"Then I presume this seals our deal?"
"It was sealed when you asked and offered to pay."
"So what was this?"
Brede shrugged.
"Your signature,"
"It's not polite or helpful to insult your employer Alekzander. And I don't appreciate being dismissed like a common whore."
Rather than confirm her status, he remained staring down at the streets of New Cairo below him, watching one thief steal something from another, watched them scuffle until one ran away at full tilt. So engrossed with the scene, he barely ducked when the multi-rockets launched at him, blowing the top of the windowsill away. They exploded into tile and brick shrapnel raining down and across the room. The woman in the bed squealed, pulling the blankets over her and screaming for servants. They came scurrying like mice, swarming the room and making obeisance to her.
Brede walked over, pulled the blankets down and inspected her briefly.
"You're fine," he told her in a dry voice. "If I leave now, they'll stop and follow me." He tugged his clothes on and eyed her one more time from her curtained doorway. Her hair and eyes were black and her body as curved and as sweet as her lips. He refused to let her know he'd have done the job for free. Unlike him she was all human, earthy and hot and passionate in all aspects.
Irresistible.
He'd be damned before he let her know that.
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