Chapter 6: Good eye
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Chloe's POV
We just arrived at the hotel and was showed to out rooms soon after.
"So what's the plan?" He asks me while unpacking is sniper.
I pull back the blinds and open the glass doors leading to the huge balcony.
"Entise him ofcourse." I reply surveying the cost like and the pool.
How convenient that we can see everything from here. Watching him will be a pice of cake.
"There he is, I see two obvious bodyguards and two whores and two more guards blending in as normal people."
"How did you recognize them so easily? I mean I've heard the rumors but that's insane."
They don't call goodeye for nothing.
Well no one actually calls me that.
"I'm convinced your genetically enhanced."
"I really don't care what you think we just need to get this done as soon as possible, I have business to take care of before we go back."
"You're such a stick in the mud, by the way you never told me you're real name." He pries for information while coming up behind me.
"Its Melissa McCarthy." I say batting my eyelashes while turning to face him.
He gives a deadpan look.
"You never told me yours either." I say hoping that will stop him from asking.
"Just call me Hunter."
"Well Hunter. Your Marvin McCarthy right now, so let focus on the job my loving husband. " I purr in his ear sounding as sexy as possible.
"The guards are watching us."
"I know, that why I'm doing this." I tell him running my hands through his now straight hair and kissing his neck.
His hair is so soft and silky. I run my hand through it again and he takes in a deep breath.
"Are they still looking?" I ask slowly removing my hand from his hair.
"Yes." He grunts.
"What's that about?" Did I piss him off or something, or is it because I touched his hair.
He suddenly pulls me closer and I can feel his hardness press up against me. I instantly start to blush like a little school girl.
What the hell is wrong with me.
I take I deep breath to calm myself before speaking.
"Sorry I didn't know that was turning you on." I say as calmly as possible and slowly slip away for him.
I go in to the bathroom and change into a red bandage swimsuit with a tin red cover up and some wedge sandals.
When I exit I see him on the couch with his bulge now gone.
"I'm going down to the beach to get a closer look and possibly engage with the target."
"We haven't discussed a plan yet."
"Its simple, entice, engage, exterminate." Those where my three e's to getting rid of any target.
He looks at me with a confused expression.
"I'm going to entice him with my looks, then slowly but surely engage with him so he lets his guard down then we exterminate him together."
"But what's the actual plan?" I says with a raised eyebrow.
I forget he was control freak.
We quickly devise a plan, and I not gonna like he is an awesome strategist.
I walk down to the beach and all eyes are on me as I approach the the target. All his guards are on edge and I can see them watching me and I draw closer to him.
When I'm exactly in front of him I trip myself and fall face down in the sand.
Is guards russ over to his side, busted. I scramble to my feet dusting the sound off myself.
"I'm so sorry I startled you." I say wiping fake tears and sniffle before putting my sunglasses back on.
"That is okay, why is a beautiful woman like you crying." He says in a deep Russian accent.
"I don't want to burden anyone with my troubles. But thank you for asking."
I give him a polite smile and walk away, I find empty spot and start to sunbathe. I stay out just about an hour before I go back in.
"How you become such phenomenal actor?" Hunter asks while barely holding in his laughter.
"Shut up and get dressed for dinner. I want the job done as soon as possible."
"Hard to take you seriously when you face planted like that."
"Your face is laughing but you d**k is saying something else." I say motioning to the bulge in his shorts.
He groans and stomps off to the bathroom.
"Be sure to wash your hands after your done sweetheart!" I yell in a northerly tone.
"f**k you!" He yells back.
You wish you could.
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