Darcy licked the sweet sauce off her lips and Cameron thought of the places her tongue had been an hour ago. He felt a small shockwave go through him, remembering what they had just done. She was as exciting as he had expected her to be.
It was all predictable the way she performed in bed. He had known she was going to be good. He had known she was going to be memorable. But would the excitement last beyond the role playing?
“Could you serve me some more rice?” Darcy asked.
Cameron reached for the serving spoon and gave Darcy what she wanted.
Darcy dug into the fried rice like it was her last stop at the feeding trough.
“This is so good,” she said.
“I’m glad you like it, “Cameron said.
Darcy nodded her head and kept eating. A waiter came to the table with the check.
“Thank you, garçon, here is my credit card. Take the usual for yourself.”
“Thank you, sir,” said the waiter who took Cameron’s card and left the table.
Cameron knew there was no more to say or see with Darcy. She was a nice young woman, but he had no interest in knowing anything more about her.
“Do you know how you’re getting home Darcy?”
Darcy stopped chewing and swallowed.
“Sure, you said your car would take me home.”
“That’s right Darcy. And what are you going to do when you get home.”
“I don’t know. What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to call Kristen Stowers and tell her your sorry for acting up during the photo session. You are going to promise to do better and ask her to give you another chance.”
Darcy scrunched her face together and narrowed her eyes.
“I will never apologize to that woman! Not ever,” Darcy hissed.
Cameron was not surprised to get Darcy’s hostile reaction.
The waiter came back with Cameron’s card.
“Thank you, garçon.”
“You’re very welcome, sir.”
The waiter in his black garb left the table and Cameron put away his credit card.
“Well Darcy, I’ve got to go now. My driver will be waiting for you outside the front door of the restaurant.”
Darcy scooped up a crab Rangoon and stuffed it in her mouth.
“Will I ever see you again?” Darcy asked with her mouth full.
Cameron shook his head and then walked away from the table and out of the restaurant.
Outside the restaurant, the city seemed to be at a boil. Passenger cars and taxis tried to avoid collisions and people walked in large groups together as if they were a mob and not just afternoon foot traffic.
Cameron loved the city and the walk to his office. He pulled his coat collar up so that his ears could stay warm. The wool of his fine coat scratched his neck. He had not dared to wear his cashmere topcoat today in the rain. He wasn’t an ignorant person. That coat was reserved for cool weather days without drama. No rain, no sleet, no snow – no moisture at all. This was the way you took care of your things.
As Cameron passed shop windows, he saw his reflection in the glass. He was not a tall man or a short man. He was in the middle of the height scale, and this had never held him back. In fact, he felt he was perfection.
His dirty blond hair blew in the wind. He enjoyed feeling the wind against his skin, but he worried that this wind would mess up his plans. He had five blocks to think about a backup plan.
Thinking things out on a walk was Cameron’s favorite thing to do. He had a lot to think about. He was leaving town tomorrow so he had to wrap things up the best way he could.
As he was turning a corner, Cameron was thrown off balance when a woman crashed into him. As he lost his balance and knew that he was going down, he tried to angle his body so that he could break his fall. However, the woman that bumped into him was going down with him.
“Oh, my goodness,” the woman said as she landed on him.
Cameron felt her agile body on top of his and smelled the faint perfume of violets. The woman was inches from his face. He felt uncomfortable and softly pushed her away.
The woman shifted her body off of Cameron’s and then tried to stand up. A man came to her rescue and helped lift her up to a stable standing position. Cameron lay on the ground with no one offering him help.
He felt a sharp pain in his left elbow and knew that it was sprained. He would have to use his right arm to get some traction off of the sidewalk to lift him up but before he could do this, the woman, who fell on top of him, offered her hand and he took it.
“I am sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.”
Cameron pushed the pain he was feeling away. The woman holding his hand was more attractive than any woman he had seen this century.
“My mother always tells me Martita, you’re not the only one on the planet be aware of your surroundings. But I never do. Poor you. Victim of my carelessness.”
“That’s fine.”
Cameron finished brushing off the back of his black wool coat that was now gray with street dust. The woman kept talking but Cameron was not paying attention. There was something familiar about her voice. He had heard this voice before but he didn’t know from where.
“Are you alright?”
Cameron stood staring at the woman. She had strawberry blond hair that hung down her shoulders. It was curly and wild. Her lips were a deep crimson color and her makeup was flawless. Her features were small on her face but her brown eyes were like two big dark almonds. Her lashes were long and coated with layers of mascara. This was the only place on her face where she over did her makeup.
“Hey, I know you,” the woman cried out, “you work for my dad.”
Cameron felt uncomfortable, like he had been caught and was about to be trapped in a small closet.
“I don’t think so,” Cameron said.
The woman pursed her crimson lips together and put a finger to her forehead.
“Let me see, I think my father works in acquisitions with you.”
Cameron squinted so that he could see the woman’s face clearly. He did not have a real boss. However, it was important that he pretended that his job was real.
The woman placed a finger on her crimson lips, “Your name is something shrimpy. What is it?”
Cameron shook his head because he had the worst luck. He ran far away from his family and here was a woman on the street claiming him.
“My name is Cameron.”
“Oh yes! Camaron - like shrimp in Spanish. You’re a shrimp!”
Cameron grew suspicious. How did she know his code name was shrimp?
“I’m sorry, does that embarrass you?”
Cameron couldn’t believe this woman.
“Be careful what you call me,” Cameron said.
The woman smiled, “I don’t find anything very shrimpy about you.”
Cameron met the woman’s eyes and for a moment he felt a connection that was immediate and deep.
“Why don’t you come with me and I’ll take you home so that you can clean up. I just live eight blocks north of here.”
Cameron felt the acid churning in his stomach. He didn’t want to get involved with anyone this afternoon. His orders were that he leave the city without any attachments.
“Thanks, but no. I have an important meeting that I have to go to.”
“Oh okay,” the woman’s disappointment was clear.
This made Cameron nervous, “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”
The woman stood straight up, making herself seem taller.
“You are in no shape to go back to your office.”
The concern he saw in the woman’s eyes drew him in.
“I feel so bad for knocking into you. Please let me make it up to you.”
Cameron had an image of the woman naked in bed with him.
“Is there something wrong?”
Cameron felt a tingle in his lower regions as he imagined her legs wrapped around him.
“Let me call my assistant to tell him I won’t be at the meeting,” Cameron said.
The woman’s eyes lit up, “Oh that’s terrific! Thank you for letting me make this up to you.”
“No problem.”
The woman began to pick up the shopping bags she had dropped.
“I’m so grateful that you are coming with me. Here, carry some of these will you?”
The woman handed Cameron three huge shopping bags. She stayed with only two small bags. Why couldn’t she carry those, Cameron thought begrudgingly. The woman, “Martita” wobbled as she walked in her high heels.
Cameron noticed a tattoo of a dragon on Martita’s ankle. It was at that moment that he realized who he was dealing with. His heart traveled up his throat and Cameron felt like he was being suffocated to death.
“What’s wrong with you?” Martita asked.
Cameron put the bags down and untied the scarf around his neck so that he could breathe in more air.
“That’s a pretty scarf. Silk, isn’t it? Can I borrow it?”
Martita pulled if off of Cameron’s neck and pulled it around hers. Cameron had a quick vision of her using the scarf to choke him. He got out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the perspiration off his forehead.
“You don’t look well,” Martita said as she adjusted the silk scarf around her neck. The scarf was a light sky blue and Cameron noted that it matched perfectly with the blue Channel suit that she was wearing.
Cameron felt a strong attraction to Martita but he knew this was all part of the game. She was sent to ruin his mission.
“I think I should get back to my office now.”
“But you said you were coming with me. Please don’t disappoint me.”
Martita’s brown almond shaped eyes locked with his eyes. He tried to look away. She was sucking him in with the intensity of her stare.
“Cameron, there is a camera focused on us from a window in the building across from us. Just smile at me and act natural.”
“What?”
“I said, act natural,” Martita said through clenched teeth. The acid in Cameron’s stomach churned some more. He was right, she was an agent.
Cameron got close to Martita and pulled his scarf off her neck.
“I’m walking away now Martita. Be cool.”
“Watch out!” Martita yelled. She dropped her shopping bag and grabbed Cameron and swung him out of the way of a sleek black car that was about to jump the curb.
As the car crashed into the shop window behind them, Cameron grabbed Martita’s hand and said, “Run!”
“I will do no such thing.”
Martita was holding a gun and pointing it at him.
Cameron reached for the gun strapped to his hip but it was too late, she cocked the gun and was about to fire.
What bothered Cameron the most about this scenario was not that he was about to die; but that he had finally found a woman interesting enough to date.
Quickly, without thinking, Cameron knocked the gun out of her Martita’s hand, pinned her down and then instead of shooting her, he kissed her passionately. When the kiss ended, Cameron took the gun, put it to her temple, cocked it and asked, “I’d be extremely grateful if you gave me a reason not to kill you.”
Martita raised her body so that her heaving chest would brush up onto Cameron’s face, “If you don’t end this role play now, your mother is going to charge us $10 extra for every minute we’re late picking up the kids.”
Cameron let out a big sigh and put away his gun, “Why do you always have to bring my mother into it.”
“Why do you insist on always dragging things out?”
“What took you so long to get to me from the restaurant.”
Cameron shrugged and put away his fake gun and Martita pulled off her wig and stuffed it into her purse.
The crowd that had gathered to watch the drama disbursed and life was normal once again for them. From being a hot spy couple to just a couple who were late to pick up their children.(dialogue)
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