Roadside Service (9 page)

“Good. She completed it.”

“Awesome! What are you reading?”

“Information about my new target.”

“Oh, can I see?” she questioned. I had to roll my eyes at her request; she knew the rules. You couldn’t go looking into another Seductor’s cases
. Rule #3: Case files are confidential. Anyone found sharing information will be dealt with accordingly.

Everyone knew the ‘
dealt with accordingly’
part couldn’t be good, so no one had broken the rule yet to actually find out.

A Seductor’s contract spanned for ten years. We were tied to those contracts, and if we ran, we would be tracked down and killed. This, of course, was all explained before we signed on the dotted line. It may have sounded horrific—being killed if you ran—but it wasn’t. No one would run from this job because the money and perks were limitless. I’d only ever heard of one case, years ago, where it had ended that way, and it was the Seductor’s own fault; he didn’t obey the number one rule.
Rule #1: Seductors must
never
get attached to their target. If this happens, the mission will be classified as a Code 1 and any further contact between the target and Seductor will be terminated.

I was halfway through my contract and never wanted it to end.

“Don’t you have your own target to read about?” I pointed out to Molly.

“Yes,” she sulked, slumping down on her bed. “I bet you get to travel again, don’t you?”

“Maybe,” I smirked, going back to my file.

“You and Georgie always get to travel.” Molly let out a deep sigh before pulling her own target information out to read up on.

****

“Oh, God…yes, Jade!” I was slowly riding up and down on Mr. Manning’s less than impressive length. His divorce had ended badly this year, and his wife was very bitter. She’d paid for a Seductor to steal her diamond necklace that he had been awarded by the courts, as an extra payment for his betrayal. A woman scorned and all that crap, I guess. The necklace was valued at over one hundred thousand dollars, so I could see why she wanted it. I was sure the ex-Mrs. Manning would get over his treachery once she’d gotten her diamonds back.     

“I can’t believe how turned on you make me,” I moaned, arching my back as I pushed harder against him. These men were all the same. You could fuck them senseless and then steal their whole life while they slept. It was so easy.  

“I can’t believe I’ve only known you for three days,” Mr. Manning panted as he moved his hands up to my lace covered breasts. I forced a grin, moving them away. I didn’t like to be touched if I could help it. I was still more or less fully clothed, too. I’d just hitched my skirt up and opened my top, wanting to make this quick so I could start planning for my mission with Mr. Kirkham.

“Let me do the touching,” I smoldered, pushing his arms behind his head on the pillows. “If you still have the energy once I’m finished, you can touch me
anywhere
you want.” Mr. Manning nodded, groaning as I began slam down onto him, moving my hand behind me to play with his balls. By the time I was done, he wouldn’t be able to move and I’d be able to take the diamond necklace from his safe. I’d be gone before he even awoke.

Another mission completed, and yet somehow, I knew my next mission wasn’t going to be quite this easy.

****

I’d only touched down in London a few hours ago, but I was already perched on a stool at the exclusive Savoy Hotel Bar where Mr. Kirkham was staying. I’d opted for a simple black cocktail dress, which showed off my ample cleavage perfectly. I was lucky—I had curves in all the right places and was able to drive the men wild. My breasts were debatably one of my best assets, and completely natural. After curling my hair, I’d pulled half of it back and pinned it in place. I was touching my lipstick up when my target finally arrived in the bar.

His picture really didn’t do him any justice. As he glided through the room effortlessly, he shook hands with a few people he must have known. He looked younger than his photo, but then I had read that he was only thirty-two.  

I suspected a lot of the people in the bar would be attending the industrial conference that he was leading this weekend. That was going to make it difficult for me to try and get him alone, but not impossible.

The first contact with a target was always about observation
—
watching for any threats, taking note of their favorite drink, being ready for that first connection,
and
lastly, making sure you were the actual sex the target was attracted to. I’d been there once before and I can tell you now, I may have been good at my job, but I wasn’t
that
good.

Mr. Kirkham definitely liked the ladies. I watched his hands linger on a few attractive women numerous times in the first hour I sat watching him.

For a rich man, I was shocked to discover his preferred drink was a bottle of lager, but then again, maybe he was just trying to relax. Lager was a lighter drink than liquor.

He seemed to have the gift of conversation, too, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was looking forward to meeting him.

“Can I buy you a drink, Beautiful?” I heard the guy sitting next to me ask. I sighed, trying not to roll my eyes at the drunken idiot.

“I’m good, thank you,” I smiled, turning my stool away from him. I was trying to work here!

Men were all the same. They would see a woman alone and instantly think it was an opportunity to try and pick her up. I never was a woman you could chat up, even before I found this job.

“You’re here alone, aren’t you?” he whispered into my ear while his chest rubbed against my back. He really shouldn’t have been doing that. He wouldn’t like it if I got angry.

“Hey, Jackass! What part of ‘
I’m good, thank you
,’ don’t you understand?” I seethed, spinning in my seat. The guy was no oil painting, either. He didn’t stand a chance with me in the slightest.

“I don’t like seeing a beautiful woman drink alone,” he slurred.

“Trust me, if it’s a choice between drinking with you or alone, I’m fine with being alone.”

“Hey!” The guy was about to grab my shoulder, and I’d have floored him if he had, but luckily we were interrupted.

“Mark, you’re not harassing the ladies again, are you?” I turned and came face-to-face with Mr. Kirkham, himself.
Oh my!
He was rather dreamy up close. Sonia was right: a few months with this guy wouldn’t be so bad. I may even be able to teach him a thing or two and finally get an orgasm out of it—
without
having to use my own fingers for once. Maybe it was the men I had been assigned to, or the knowledge that the connection wasn’t real, but never in my five years as a Seductor had a target brought me to orgasm.
Why was I thinking about orgasms already?
I hadn’t even spoken to the man yet.

“She was insulting me, actually, Oliver!” Mr. Drunk mumbled, glaring daggers at me.

“I merely said I didn’t need a drink after your kind offer. If I had of insulted you, I would have said your breath smelled or that color shirt looks ridiculous on you,” I replied, watching Mr. Kirkham’s eyes lighten with humor.

“I still think you should let me buy you a drink,” Mr. Drunk sneered, trying unsuccessfully to be seductive.

“I’d really rather you didn’t,” I whimpered, using my innocent approach.
Oh, Mr. Kirkham, save me! I’m just a poor little girl that needs to be protected
.

The truth was, I was going to seduce the pants off Mr. Kirkham over the next few months. Hell, who knew? I might even be able to start tonight.

“Mark, leave the poor woman alone,” he scolded. “You’ll have to excuse Mark.” Mr. Kirkham was now giving me his full attention, gazing at me with those brown, almost black, eyes of his. Using that to my advantage, I crossed my legs and gave him a great view of my upper thigh. I leaned in closer to him, too, knowing it would show my cleavage off nicely. “I can ask him to leave if you want.”

“Are you always this heroic?” I asked, looking away and acting shy.

“Only for extremely beautiful women,” he grinned.  

“You’re making me blush,” I giggled, running my fingers over the top of my glass, silently teasing him. He was a man, after all, and I knew he was already picturing me naked, hoping he could run his own hands all over me.

“I’m sorry. That wasn’t my intention, I was just stating the truth.” Mr. Kirkham took the stool next to me, which luckily blocked my view of the drunken guy.

“Do you charm all the ladies this way?”

“
All
the ladies?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at me.

“I’ve been watching you tonight. You seem quite the celebrity,” I sighed.

“You’ve been watching
me
?” he chuckled. “And here I was thinking I’d spotted you first.” I giggled, adding in that hair flick thing girls do when they’re nervous. I had this act down to a fine art. “Can
I
buy you a drink?”

“I can’t see any harm in that. You did save me, after all,” I smiled, finally looking up to meet his gaze. Oh, he was making this too easy. “I’ll have a bottle of lager, thanks.”

“Lager?” he questioned.
Rule #11: Seductors must always order the same drink as their target on their first contact. This is to ensure a commonality and provide an in for the first official meet.

“What? You think all women drink cocktails? Don’t you ever get sick of conforming with everyone else?”

“Two bottles of lager it is, then,” he smiled, tilting his head. “I just realized I haven’t introduced myself. I’m Oliver Kirkham.”

“It’s lovely to meet you, Oliver. I’m Jade—Jade Gibbs.” We always gave our real first name. It was easier that way. A Seductor never handled the same target more than once, so it was safe.

“It’s lovely to meet you, too, Jade.” Oliver smiled, passing my drink to me once the bartender set them down. “Here’s to new acquaintances.” I nodded, clinking my bottle with his.

“So what brings you to London?” he asked after a sip of his beer. “I can tell by your accent that you’re not local.”

“Neither are you,” I pointed out, knowing full well he was an American like me. “I’m here on business,” I continued.

“What part of the US are you from?”

“Florida. I’m in the interior design business—artwork mainly. I look for certain pieces for my clients, and London has it all.” It was good to have a cover story that you actually knew about, and I was a big art lover. It was one of my many disguises.

“That sounds interesting.”

“What type of business are you in, Mr. Kirkham?” I asked, sipping my beer while gazing up at him with my big blue eyes.  

“It’s
Oliver
. I’m in the industrial business, mostly,” he grinned. A few people acknowledged him as they passed, but Oliver kept his eyes on me.

“What does that mean exactly?”

“I run a company that makes machines of all kinds.”

“Oh.” I acted shocked.

“What?” he questioned as his eyes started to roam down toward my chest.

“You don’t seem old enough to run your own company.”

“Oh, I’m old enough, but I’m also a third generation CEO, so I can’t take
all
the credit,” he chuckled, turning to greet a few more people. “You must have done well in your career, too, Jade. You can’t be more than what—twenty-five?”

“You’re close,” I smirked. “I’m twenty-seven.” I was impressed. Age wasn’t an easy thing to guess with me.

“Mm…you’re not too far from my age,” he mused, licking his lip subconsciously.

“Can I try to guess how old
you
are?”

“If you want,” he smiled playfully. I already knew his age, of course, but Oliver didn’t know that.

“Thirty…” I paused, pretending to think as I gazed at him. Damn, Oliver was really a good-looking guy. “Thirty-four,” I finally guessed.

“Close,” he chuckled, “but you added an extra two years.”

“Clearly the stress of your job has added two years onto you,” I teased into my bottle.

“You could be right there, Jade.”

“Well, everyone seems to know you in this bar. You must be someone important, that’s for sure,” I mused, looking around.

“I’m heading up a conference here this weekend.”

“Ah,” I giggled, “it all makes sense now.”

“How long are you in London?” I noticed his gaze had moved to my exposed leg and was travelling up my thigh.

“Just the weekend. I’m meeting with a new client in Paris on Monday.”

“You’re here for the same amount of time as me, then,” he stated.

 “It would seem so,” I smiled, playing with the hem of my dress timidly. I couldn’t appear too confident. Oliver seemed to like my ‘lost
little girl
’
act.

 “Do you usually travel alone in your line of work?”

“No, this is my first time,” I sighed, taking another sip of my drink. “Our company has taken on a lot of new clients. There aren’t enough of us to go around anymore, so I had to take this job alone. It’s all a little daunting.”

“Don’t you have a boyfriend or husband who could have come with you?”
Oh, smooth, Oliver—really smooth.

“No,” I sighed sadly. “No husband or boyfriend.”

“I wouldn’t be so worried about being in London alone. You seem to be doing just fine from where I’m sitting, Jade.”

“Thank you.”

“So, are you meeting a client tonight?”

“I was supposed to,” I sighed deeply, “but unfortunately he had to cancel. I was just about to decide what to do for the evening.”

“You mean you’re all dressed up with nowhere to go?” Oliver stood up. “We can’t have that. Why don’t you join me for dinner in the restaurant?”

“Oh, Oliver, I couldn’t. I…I mean, you probably have a hundred things to do.”

“No, I don’t, actually. Right now, I’d like to take a very beautiful woman to dinner.” He certainly was a charmer, I had to give him that.

“Well, when you put it that way, how can I resist?” I beamed, taking the hand he offered to me.

 Oliver wined and dined me with style. The conversation followed effortlessly, and a few hours later we were back in the bar having a nightcap.