Sexing Up the Spy (5 page)

When the hostess managed to grab his attention he asked, “Can we sit over there?” and pointed to the one booth beneath the attraction.

“Sure.” She responded with a slender smirk. The Hostess nodded to Lexi. “It’s nice to see you again, Miss Andrews.”

“You too, Rose.”

After they sat down, Jake looked at her, his head tilted slightly as he leaned forward, “Do you come here a lot?”

“Maybe, a couple times a month at the most.”

“Fans?”

“Not mine. Over there?” Lexi nodded to the picture right behind him on the wall.

Jake turned and read the plaque beneath the photo, “Colonel Jackson Andrews, American Hero.”

“He’d beg to differ with that statement.”

“Oh.” Jake was curious, “What did he do?”

“Survive.” Tension darkened her features as she spoke the single word.

“What looks good?” Jake sensed Lexi didn’t want to talk about her father. He changed the subject.

“I always get the German pancakes, they’re scrumptious. They have twenty plus syrups here too. My favorite is plum.”

“Yuck.”

“Don’t knock it until you try it. What do you like?”

“Maple. It’s a classic.”

“Of course, why doesn’t that surprise me? Classic style, clothes and car.”

“Classic moves?” He smiled at her.

“I’m not sure. I haven’t seen a wide variety.”

He winked at her.

“Stop that.”

“Sorry. Couldn’t help but be flattered with such an off the cuff compliment.”

“I’m glad you took it that way. I must admit I find your technique—”

“Are you ready to order?” A waitress dressed like a naughty little Dutch girl interrupted.

Jake wasn’t ready. He wanted to know what Lexi thought of his technique. Was it good? Bad? Ugly?

“I’ll have the German pancakes with plum syrup and a pot of coffee.”

“And you, sir?”

“French toast with maple syrup.”

“Anything to drink?”

“Orange juice.”

The waitress left. “You were saying?”

“What?”

“About my technique?”

“Oh. Never mind, it’s not important.” Lexi began rearranging her silverware on her napkin. The fork, knife and spoon were now spaced in an even way.

Not important! Jake’s sexual prowess was hanging in the balance, “That bad, huh?”

“Of course not. What makes you say that?”

“I thought maybe you wouldn’t want to share bad news.”

“Jake, don’t assume something just because I didn’t say it. Your technique was fine but you shouldn’t ask a lady these things.”

“You like my technique?”

“Yes.” She clipped out when the waitress arrived with coffee and OJ.

Let her be
his inner voice pricked at him. He’d settle with ‘fine’, for now. As he looked at Lexi, a moment of brilliance overtook him. Jake took out a pen and jotted down a couple notes on his napkin.

“Inspired by something?”

“Sort of.”

“I have a notepad in my purse you can borrow.”

“I’m good. Do you mind if we stop by my apartment on the way back to your place?”

“No. What do you have in store?”

“I was thinking we skip the museum and spend the day writing if that’s okay.”

“Sure.”

“Great. I’ll pick up my laptop and then we’ll head to your house.”

“Let’s go to the grocery store too. I need to pick up a few things.”

“Sounds good.”

The pancakes arrived and Jake admitted that they were some of the best he experienced aside from his Grandma Gina’s. Once they finished breakfast, they drove to his apartment. Jake left Lexi in the car while he ran in to grab his laptop and a reference book off his shelf. He made it back in record time. Just a quick trip to the store, and then off to create the rest of the afternoon. Jake stopped at a grocer’s around the corner from his place. It was a mom and pop operation but the store included everything he needed. He looked at Lexi after he parked, “This okay?”

“Yep.”

She grabbed a grocery cart on her way in, “Sandwiches okay for lunch?”

“Sure.” Jake wasn’t picky.

Lexi grabbed some bread, cheese and meat from the deli selections. Jake followed her,

“You stayin’ for dinner?” She threw a look over her shoulder at him.

“Not sure.” Even as Jake answered, he liked the idea of spending the whole day with Lexi.

“I’ll pick something up. Fish okay?”

“Sure.”

Lexi addressed the butcher, “Can I get four Tilapia filets?”

The butcher processed her order.

“I’ll get some veggies and baby reds for sides. Cheesecake for dessert sound okay?”

Jake was starting to get hungry again, “Fine. You need me to get any of that?”

“No it’ll only take a few—”

“Lexington!”

The expression that washed over Lexi’s face was one of pure terror. “Oh my God, what is she doing here?”

“Who?” Jake turned to see a woman with short brown curls heading for them. “Who is that?” He turned back to Lexi.

“My mother.”

Lexi’s mother reached them with her shopping cart already filled.

“I thought that was you. What are you doing over on this end of town? You shop at Guses.”

“So do you, mom.”

“That’s true, but Valerie Wagner always recommends this store and I was up here anyway. Buck’s in town you know.”

“I know.” Lexi wondered if all these interruptions with her friends and family were a sign.

“I swear that boy will eat us out of house and home. What are you buying?” Caroline tried to peer around Jake but Lexi dodged him from behind.

“Some stuff for the day.” Lexi spoke into his shoulder.

“And who is this?” Lexi’s mom stared straight at him.

“Jake Stone, Mrs. Andrews.” He held out his hand, offering a greeting.

“You’re Lexi’s new man.” Her mother’s blue eyes narrowed on him as she whispered in a voice like he was the very devil.

Lexi thrust herself in front of him. “Mom, do not interrogate him. Jake is just a friend.”

“I understand he was at your house this morning.”

“Yeah, as in that’s when people get up. We had a breakfast date.”

“That’s true, Mrs. Andrews. We’re just picking up some stuff because we’re going back to Lexi’s to wri—” Lexi’s elbow to his stomach rushed the air out of his lungs.

“Work. We are doing yard work,” Lexi’s voice cracked. “Not sure how long it will take. Just picking up some stuff.” She thought if she repeated herself, her mother might believe her.

Caroline looked into Lexi’s basket, “Lexington, a man can’t survive on sandwiches. Why don’t you two come over tonight? We are already barbecuing. It’s no trouble.”

“That’s okay, mom.”

“Jake, would you like to come?”

“I’m not sure.” Jake said the words hesitantly as if testing the proposal.

“You’ll come. Be there at seven, Lexington, or I’ll send Buck to get you.” Caroline Andrews walked away, leaving no room for argument.

“Ugh!”

“No kidding, why did you hit me? Geez, I think you punctured something.” Jake rubbed his stomach.

“I’m sorry. My parents don’t know I write erotic romance.”

“What do they think you do?”

“They think I’m a paid book reviewer.”

“Don’t they ever ask about Lexi Andrews the writer?”

“It’s never come up.” She crossed her arms.

“And if it does?” he pressed

“It’s a simple coincidence, Jake, that’s all.”

“Does anyone know?”

“Buck, and my sisters, Alexandria and Savannah.”

“She called you Lexington.”

“Yeah. We’re all named after the cities of our birth. Alexandria, Virginia. Lexington, Kentucky and Savannah, Georgia.”

“Unusual.”

“At least I wasn’t named after a palace”

“Buck?”

“Yep. Short for Buckingham, his mom always wanted to visit there. I always call him Buckingham when he’s gotten under my skin.”

“I’ll remember that.”

“You still want to spend the afternoon writing or did my mom kill your creativity?”

“I’d still like to work on my story.”

“Okay. Mind meeting my folks?”

“I remember you saying I wasn’t going to.”

“Yeah. Well the best laid plans…”

“I haven’t gotten laid yet.” He smiled broad.

Lexi punched him without any force in the arm, “Keep that up and you won’t.”

He held his hands up in mock surrender, “Okay. Okay.”

Lexi continued through the store picking up the last few items before checking out. The drive back to her place was quiet and once they arrived, both delved into writing. It was a few hours before they surfaced from their creative sides of the room.

“I’m starved.” Lexi was the first to need a break.

“Me too.” Jake’s stomach growled confirming the statement.

“Want those sandwiches?” she asked, getting up and moving toward the kitchen.

“Of course.”

Jake watched as Lexi moved around her kitchen.

“Wheat okay?”

He nodded.

“I’m just going to lay out all the meat and cheese okay?”

“Fine.”

“Cool.”

Lexi proceeded to set the food out on the counter next to the pass-through where she had interrogated Buck earlier. Jake wanted the food she spread out almost as much as he wanted her as she bent over giving him a glimpse of her heart-shaped derriere.

Jake groaned.

“Hungry, huh?” She turned to face him.

“For more than food, Lexi.”

“Oh?” she took a swift gulp of air.

“Yeah. Watching you bend-over was enough foreplay for me.”

She giggled. “We’ll see. Let’s hear what you have.”

Jake was a little embarrassed but he read aloud while Lexi drank a log sip off her ice-tea.

Killer gathered Natasha up in his arms. He was a professional, Dammit. He shouldn’t care that she’d been hit, but he did. Maybe he was burned out. He needed a distraction and Natasha would do as well as any. Killer lay her back on the bed.

“Killer, you must stop them.” She muttered in her sleep.

“Shhh, Babushka. Do not fret. I will kill them all.”

Her emerald eyes fluttered open. “I need you, my love.”

“You’ve been shot.”

“I need to feel alive.”

No one understood better than Killer. He kissed her lips, feeling their softness. Her legs opened to him and he nestled his hand against her. She tugged at her nightgown, exposing the apex of her thighs to his vision.

Killer ran his finger over her slit. Natasha was wet, ready and all his. He shrugged out of his pants as fast as he could. In one swift movement, he mounted her. It didn’t matter what she knew or what the mission was. All that mattered was that with her, he felt human. Not some government agent. Just a man.

Jake couldn’t help but be embarrassed. He’d never read anything so intimate aloud. Along with the embarrassment came a sense of curiosity on Lexi’s thoughts

“Oh my.” Lexi fanned herself.

“Are you mocking me?”

“Of course not. I like it. I was wondering how you would write the sex in. You’ve managed to capture a sexual side of Killer that I think your readers will enjoy. I know I did.”

“What?” He noticed her blush.

“I admit I’m a little hot and bothered.”

He smiled, “It’s obvious you require a little more foreplay than sandwiches?”

“Yep, and that scene of yours did it.” Lexi climbed over to where Jake was lounging in one of her Queen Anne chairs and slinked onto his lap. She delved her fingers through his tousled golden hair. Lexi leaned over, rubbing her breasts against his hard chest.

Jake didn’t move.

“Do you want to?” She breathed against his lip.

He had the nerve to shrug.

Lexi ran her tongue over her lips, wetting them. She was wired. Amazing how good erotic writing did that to her. Lexi craved release and Jake was the man to give it. She didn’t even mind his hard to get act, since the hard length of him pushing up against her belied his indifference.

Lexi pressed down against his covered shaft and moaned, “Are you sure, Jake? I need a little something.” She began undoing the buttons on his shirt, baring his chest.