What She Thought She Knew (Rachel Moore Mystery Book 1), стр. 51

I sniggered. "Not for long," I said. "She's got it all; nice body, very mysterious allure, and she has her eyes set on you."

There was silence as I heard light breathing coming from Fear's end. "You're talking about that woman from the car, aren't you?"

I nodded my head eagerly, despite Fear not being able to see it. "The very one. Don't try and deny that you're not attracted to her."

"Actually I was about to say that women are manipulative minxes who'll step all over you."

I smirked. "Afraid that she's a dominatrix? Isn't that what you're in to?"

Fear let out an impatient growl. "I like a good challenge, though now is hardly an appropriate time. We're in the middle of a war in case you've forgotten."

My amusement was replaced with sobriety. "I know, which is exactly why you should take this last chance you've got to enjoy life as much as you can. That includes finding comfort in the arms of a woman."

I could practically hear Fear's eyebrow rise in question. "I assume that's what you did with Agent Moore?"

A soft smile plastered itself on my face as I remembered our shared night. "Yeah," I answered. "It was incredible."

My friend let out a short laugh. "So when is the wedding?" He teased.

I snorted ungracefully, and paced around my post. "Don't change the subject, Fear. We're talking about your needs that only a woman can satisfy."

That time Fear laughed in good humor. "I can't believe you're trying to set me up."

I grinned once more. "That's what friends do; we look out for each other." I stopped pacing. "So will you consider my suggestion? I won't stop bugging you about it until you give in."

Fear let out an exasperated sigh. "I'll think about it," he said.

I nodded in satisfaction. "Good man. I'll let you go now. How about we storm the nearest bar and drink the night away?" I asked.

"Sounds good. Let me know when you've found a place."

"Will do," I replied, and severed the connection.

I sighed lightly, and resumed my focus.

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My twelve hour long shift finally came to an end as the next group of agents took over.

Needing to unwind, I asked an information officer where the nearest bar was, and left.

It turned out that the bar, which I didn't even bother to try to pronounce, was just down the street from the Shroud.

From what the officer told me, it was decent, and there was even a disco mixed in with it.

I found myself at the bar around 8pm drinking a very nice brandy while checking out the scene.

Young people danced on the floor, while some of the older individuals sat in the booth laughing away.

Wanting a companion, I took out my phone and sent a message to Fear inviting him to come over, before I placed it back in my pocket.

As I had my hood down, I noticed that several women stared at me with lust visible in their eyes.

I wanted to shiver as I could only imagine what they were visualizing in their sick minds.

One woman in a cocktail dress mustered enough courage to come and sit beside me.

She smiled seductively as she crossed her legs to expose more skin. "Hello there." She said in a low, accented voice. "You are a Seeker agent aren't you?"

Oh wow, I thought. How much brain power did it take for you to figure that out?

As much as I wanted to speak my thoughts, I decided to play it cool. "I am." I confirmed.

"What brings a Seeker agent here?" She smiled.

"That is strictly confidential." I replied calmly.

"Oh, I see." She attempted to give me a sexy look as her light green eyes shined in the low light. "Well, I have a situation that could sure use your help." She leaned forward, which gave me a better view of her cleavage. "It can only be fixed by the best."

By that point, I was really close to rolling my eyes. "Sorry ma'am, I'm off duty."

The slut, err woman, pouted. "Oh come now, it will not take long." She said as she rubbed her thigh against mine.

I sighed. "Look, I'm not interested. Even if I were, I don't have the money to pay for you."

My comment caught the blonde woman's attention for she leaned away, and stared at me in shock. "I am not a hooker!" She said rather loud which caught the attention of people around us.

"Could have fooled me." I replied back.

That seemed to have pissed her off for she stood up abruptly, and glared at me. "I am not a hooker." She replied fiercely.

It was then that a group of five hot blooded young males came in, and stood behind the woman. "What is going on?" The leader said with his thick accent.

"This man called me a hooker." The woman, replied.

The leader of the group looked at me with a cocked eyebrow. "Is that true?"

I stared back at him carelessly. "Well considering the way that she's dressed, and how she was practically throwing herself at me, I don't see why any of you are surprised at her title."

The woman's glare intensified, and she was about to slap me when the leader grabbed her hand and held it down. "Now sweetie, let the men handle this." He cooed at her.

I wanted to throw up then and there.

The blonde woman smiled at him seductively before she focused her death glare on me again.

The leader of the group turned to face me as well. "Apologize now." He simply said.

I shook my head. "Why should I when it's true?" I asked.

The other four men cracked their knuckles in hopes of intimidating me.

I inwardly rolled my eyes at their display of hormonal stupidity.

"If you don't apologize, then