Public Agent I Picked Up A Russian Redhead

“Nice one,” I said, referring to the ball she’d just sunk. “Maybe for a while, and I can’t just let you leave town with some guy without telling you.”

Her eyes had been bright before, but now they shone with unshed tears, and I could see the effort she was putting into keeping her lips compressed so they wouldn’t tremble. “Everyone pretends to, but no one believes it deep down.”

“That’s not true,” I said. Arms tied to the headboard above her, Bobby lay stretched out across my California King. “What?” Natalie asked, her brow wrinkling cutely. “Fuck! Maybe next time we meet.”

“I wouldn’t mind that,” I said, still amazed that we were speaking so casually about fucking each other on our first ‘date.’

She looked me up and down.