Don’t Poke The Bear

Chapter 17 Mamba/Carmen

POV Mamba/Carmen

A few months passed and Wolfie and Teddy moved to Italy full time. She said she was sick of working and she needed a break. She said she was feeling better and that she wasn’t as tired now and she had so much more energy. Teddy settled into a residential home for adults with additional needs which I found strange but they were happy. Frankie met a nice guy called Paul and he had two little girls. I did a full back ground check on him and he was as clean as a whistle so I was happy for them. I spoke to her on the phone most days and when she told me that she was head over heels in love with this guy Paul I was relieved that she was finally getting the “normal life” she’d always wanted. Kitten was still staying with me and she went into therapy and finally seemed to start having a better relationship with food again. All of my siblings had demons because of our abusive up bringing but we had each other to pull us through the bad times. I had to go away for work and Kitten promised that she would be okay because she had started working for my brothers and she liked having a purpose again and I was glad that my sisters were doing better.. even if I wasn’t.

I went To New York for an assignment and it was good to finally be away from all of my family drama. I sat at the bar of a fabulous new hotel scanning the place, looking for any indication of the wanted person. All I had was a rough description but the woman he was with was under cover too and we had worked together before. This case wasn’t unusual, this man was wanted for corruption, theft and human trafficking. I was only placed there at the last minute because the other agent was concerned for her safety. She suspected that he had found out who she was and I needed to be there to get her out. Extraction like this could be tricky but I loved it. The thrill of stalking was the reason I was so good at my job. My phone rang and it was the other agent “hi mom” she said in her fake American accent. “Give me your location” I demanded but it was obvious that she couldn’t freely speak to me. “mom don’t worry I’m with my friend he’s taking me to Cuba on his private plane, can you believe it?” “Send me your coordinates and I’ll send a closer agent” I was in New York and there was no way I could get there before they landed. “please don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m with my friend…in fact there’s a few of us” this was her way of saying send more than one agent. She ended the call by saying “love you mom” which was code for get someone here immediately. I must admit I felt for the poor girl but she was only just starting out and she was probably panicking for no reason. I had been in worse situations than that and Cuba was a wonderful place. I sent all the information up the ladder to my superiors and sat at the bar and finished my drink. So with no extraction I was at a loose end for the evening. I looked at my personal phone and I had lots of missed calls and texts from my little sister Bunny. She was such a little sweetheart. She had split up with some American boy called Ashton a few months ago and she was still hung up on him. She sent me a photo of him with a girl on a date from his social media and she asked if I could kill them for her. I couldn’t help but pull a face at their smug faces in the photo. I was free for the night so I didn’t see why I wouldn’t kill them for her, but they were in London so I text to let her know I would kill them as soon as I got back. I was contemplating ordering another drink when the most handsome man I’d ever seen came up to me at the bar.

He was tall, muscular and he had the most beautiful green eyes. His smile was breathtaking and he was wearing a gorgeous tailored suit. “Do you come here often?” He asked with a laugh and this guy was lucky he was so handsome because his lines were as old as the whiskey he was drinking. Although I was happy that he was a Londoner just like me. “No I don’t live here, I’m on holiday” I said using my own voice because technically I was off the clock. He looked at me like I was nuts. “Can I get you a drink?” He asked and his gorgeous green eyes were full of hope and I couldn’t say no. “That would be nice thanks” The bartender was standing to attention waiting for this beautiful man’s instructions “two large whiskeys” he said and I interrupted him. “No I’ll have a vodka, I hate whiskey” his eyebrows shot up “since when?” He asked and I was totally confused “two vodkas please” he said and the bartender rushed to get us our drinks like his life depended on it. When he placed them down in front of us this gorgeous man handed me one and we clicked our martini glasses together. “To Miss Archer by far the most beautiful woman ever to step foot in here” So obviously I had met this guy before but I had no idea when or where. I clinked my glass with his and he winked at me as I drained the whole drink. “Be careful love, I don’t want you falling about my hotel drunk” he laughed again and I must admit I kind of liked him. So in the past two minutes he’d called me beautiful and told me he owned the hotel and that he somehow knew me. It wasn’t a lot to go on but at least it was something. “I’ll try not to make a fool of myself. But vodka does have a terrible effect on me” I said with a flirty smile “what does it do to you?” He asked and he looked genuinely concerned. Had I just been talking to a nice guy and not even realised? In my line of work nice people were few and far between but this hotel owner was in fact a nice guy and I couldn’t believe my luck. I hadn’t spoke to a nice guy in years so this was a lovely treat and the best thing about nice guys is that they can easily be corrupted. “Too much vodka makes me want to take all my clothes off” I said and his jaw nearly hit the floor. “Is that right?” He was quiet for a moment as he looked me up and down. “Two more vodkas please” he said to the bartender and I caught the young man behind the bar laughing as he poured me another drink. “So remind me, when was the last time we seen each other?” I asked and I decided to sip this drink so he could catch up with me. “Yeah it’s been a while, I’m sorry about all that. You look amazing. I always thought you were beautiful but I’ve never seen you look this good. You scrub up well Miss Archer” I couldn’t help but wonder what this guy was talking about. “You’re sorry for what?” I asked and he looked at the floor. He looked ashamed of himself and whatever he did he was really beating himself up about it. “You know.. what happened in the apartment that night” Oh so he was either the guy that broke into my apartment in Barcelona, but I’m sure he was French and he’s dead now so it wasn’t him. Or it was the guy that did my electrics in my apartment in London and it turned out he was planting bugs for the CIA. But he’s dead now too so it can’t be him. My mind was racing trying to figure him out when he said he had to excuse himself to say goodbye to someone and that he’d be back in a minute. As soon as he was out of ear shot I slipped the bartender a hundred dollar bill “tell me everything you can about him” I demanded and the bartender grabbed the money “his name is Jack Owen, he’s English he owns this hotel. He owns several around the world. He’s single and gorgeous and…that’s all I know ” “pour two more drinks one vodka and make the other one water and put it in a vodka martini glass like the others” he placed the drinks down and by the time Jack came back the bartender started to over the top whistle and clean the bar like he was trying to act cool. This young man would not make a good undercover agent. I decided that I liked Jack and that Jack was in for the best night of his life. He stood next to me and he was looking at me like he had huge love hearts in his eyes and I just wanted to take him to the gents bathroom to ride his c**k but I decided not to. After all I was a lady, I would take him to the ladies bathroom and ride his c**k because it would be much more hygienic in there. He lifted his glass to his lips and I noticed a small tremor in his hand his eyes were dilated and his breathing was ever so slightly different than before and I knew that he was nervous. He had no wedding band or pale skin where one had been before and he had the most infectious laugh that I’d heard in years. Every time I spoke he would smile or laugh as loud as he could and I loved how genuinely happy he was to be in my company.. even if I couldn’t remember who he was. After a while he lifted both of our drinks “let’s go over to this little booth over there, it will be like old times” and I nodded my head in agreement with a huge smile but I had no idea what he was talking about. I walked in front of him and when I turned to look at him he was unashamedly staring at my ass in my tight dress.

He sat the drinks down on the round table at the booth and took my coat and put his hand on my back to guide me into the seat. Rather than slide along the seat to make room for him I ever so slightly bounced my way around to the centre and his mouth hung open as my t**s bounced with my every movement. He finally joined me in the booth and he stroked my arm and asked if I was cold. I shook my head and he smiled like he was relieved that I was comfortable. His touch was soft and for such a huge muscle man he seemed soft too. By that I mean he was soft on the inside because I could visually see his massive erection. We sat close to each other and I could feel goose bumps every time he touched me. By the time I’d finished my ‘vodka’ which was actually just water, I’d had enough of all this flirty banter because I wanted him. “So Jack I did warn you that vodka makes my clothes come off” I looked around to make sure that no one was staring at us. I was still sitting close to him, then I discretely put both hands up under my dress and pulled my panties down to my ankles and stepped out of them, all without standing up. I picked them up and handed them to him under the table. “Breath Jake” I said with a wicked grin and I thought that I might need to call him an ambulance. He looked down at my underwear in his hand and let out a loud sigh and then a laugh. He moved along the booth so that we were nose to nose “you are something else. Come up stairs with me” he demanded and I liked how he thought he was in control. He was so cute. “I thought you could just take me to the ladies room and f**k me in there. But I don’t want every woman in here watching us. They might want to join in” He let out another groan of pure lust before he got up “Finish that drink. I want you to take more clothes off” He looked desperate for me and I couldn’t believe my luck. This nice guy was gorgeous and he wanted me. He picked up my coat as I drained my glass and he quickly walked me over to the elevator. He stood behind me and ran his fingers up and down my waist. The doors opened and he pushed me inside. It was late and there was no one else in there with us which was unusual for New York. Then he mentioned that it was a private elevator that opened up right into his hotel suite. He seemed proud of his private elevator but I wasn’t impressed, I’d stayed in my brothers fancy hotels over the years so it wasn’t a huge deal but I thought that if some other woman would have got to him before me tonight that they would have been very impressed. “How did you know I had a thing about underwear?” He asked as he kissed my neck and I thought that it was a really stupid question because it was really very simple. First of all he was a man. Second of all he kept staring at my bra strap that was sticking out from my dress and every time I fixed it he made a little noice like he was fascinated. Thirdly he was a man, which I know was my first point but it really was that simple. I always find that men are very uncomplicated beings. I had always found that men obviously love when we are naked but they like us to be down to a few garments that they have to remove and if you let a man do that they feel like they’ve really won a prize. The prize in this occasion was my p***y. “I didn’t know that you like underwear, do you want to try them on” I had to ask, after all this was only a one night stand and I didn’t mind as long as he was happy. I would obviously never wear them again and I planned on putting them in the trash immediately but if he wanted to slip them on to feel good then it was fine by me. “No I don’t want to wear them” he said with a laugh so loud that he nearly burst my ear drum. He put his hands on either side of my face and kissed me gently on the mouth. I’d never had a kiss like it. It was full of raw emotion. His lips were soft and although his mouth was gentle holding me still made me feel like I was surrendering myself to him. He broke away from our kiss and stared deeply into my eyes and I couldn’t believe how good it felt to be with him. I hadn’t noticed that he was still holding my red silk panties in his hand and the fabric was rubbing against my skin. He was looking at me like we had some deep connection, like he wanted to say something. But he was holding himself back. The elevator went all the way up to the penthouse and he was just standing there holding my face and kissing me. He was really drinking me in and it was very sweet.. but I wanted his d**k. That’s the bottom line, I wanted him inside of me immediately and I wondered why he was taking it so slow. I started to unbuckle his belt and unzip his trousers and I could feel him smile against my lips. “You can’t wait, can you?” He asked and I couldn’t believe how stupid I was being. I had been a complete i***t. Clearly this drop dead gorgeous s*x god had been sent there to kill me. The doors opened and he kissed my forehead “come on, let’s get you to bed. I want to see how much vodka you’ve had tonight” he took my hand and tried to walk me into his hotel suite but I wouldn’t move. “Come on, what are you waiting for?” It would have took 15 men to move me from that spot and I could snap 15 men’s necks without breaking a sweat. Who was this amazing guy and why would he be interested in me? He was obviously a hired assassin, that was the only explanation. I stood with my hands on my hips deciding if I should put a bullet in his forehead or his chest when I started to realise that I may be slightly over reacting. After a while and a little convincing from Jack I decided to go in to his suite with him. What really swung it for him was when he smiled at me I could see that he was a good guy, so against my better judgment I followed him into the suite. And yes we had a lot of fun, that was until he was ball deep inside me and I looked over my shoulder at him and I could tell he was about to c*m and he said “Frankie you’re the best s*x I’ve ever had” and for some reason him calling me by my twin sisters name kind of spoiled the mood, but it did explain to me why he thought he knew me and why I had no idea who the hell he was. I just hoped that he wasn’t her boyfriend or someone she really cared about because I would never have forgiven myself if I hurt her.