Naitee
I am dead. So dead. In front of me is my last mission standing, with his wife, and he's staring at right at me. There's not chance that he doesn't recognise me even though I was a different person the last time we were with eachother.
"Hernández." Alessio greats carefully. Santiagos earlier exclaimation making him weary.
"Spaglia." Santiago answers but his eyes are locked on me. "Who is your lovely companion?" I chill goes over me, Santiago can't know my real name.
"Kate Bass, a consult of mine from the USA." Santiago eyes thin and he nodds slowly.
"Is that so?" He asks and the eyes I got to know so well almost a year ago now penetrate my soul. I almost look away in shame but I refuse too, I was doing my job and stopping a criminal operation. I did nothing wrong.
"Yes, nice to meat you Mr. and Mrs. Hernández." I hold my hand out to both of them and Santiagos hand lingers for just a second before I reach for his wifes hand. She shakes it delicatly and eyes me carefully.
"I am Valentina." She says and I answer with my fake name. "Kate." I smile brightly at her and Santiago. Ross trained me too well to crack in a situation like this.
"How did you two meet?" Santiago asks as if he's actually interested but I know he's just trying to find a chink in the wall Alessio just built.
"On a business trip a few months ago, I dabbled some in marketing in college and have decided to return to it." It isn't technically a lie as far as Santiago knows.
"Oh really?" Santiago is teetering on the edge of threatening. "Yes." Alessio answers, his voice sharp and cutting.
"Well then..." Valentina says and it's obviously a play to get away from us.
"Go play Val." Santiago barks and Valentina flinches a little. I feel Alessios hand tighten where it still rests on my lower back.
"So it was your spy huh Spaglia?" Santiago spits as soon as Valentina is out of hearing.
"Spy? We both know your lack of security was the reason for the leak. Me and Kate met long after that." Something ticks in Santiagos jaw and the lips I kissed so many times curl.
"So you do not know about her? She stripped in my club for almost a year, Spaglia. That is the kind of consultant you have hired." He looks straight at me, his eyes burning and memories that I don't want flood my head.
"I am well aware of her past." Alessio lies flawlessly but my mind is on my time with Santiago in Atlanta.
"Really, well then you would not mind me having a little talk with her would you?" Alessios hand grips me for a second before he lets his hand drop.
"Not at all." I spin my head around to look at Alessio. His face is totally blank and relaxed.
"Well then, we have some catching up to do Cariño." Santiago steps forward and grabs my arm lightly. He walks us toward a private room and I don't even try to resist. I know Santiago well enough by now.
As soon as the door slams closed after us he has me pressed up against the cold, dark, wall.
"Oh I have missed you Cariño--" He pulls away so he can see my whole face. "Even though you left without notice. I looked for you, you know and the club has not been the same since you left." His words warmed the part of me that I actually let get involved when I was undercover. The part of me that I usually killed everytime after a mission.
The club he's talking about is the lusty leopard, the strip club I used to work at undercover. It took me a few months before to learn the skill of pole dancing before my mission and my legs had never been stronger.
"I found a new job that I had to take." Basically a truth. Santiago growls lowly in his throat.
"You will come back with me Cariño, I need you back in my arms." His words are almost a plea and the realisation that Santiago could be my way out of here hits me. I know exactly how Santiago wants me to react, "No I can't baby, my job is here." I say the words breathlessly and Santiago groans against my neck that he was kissing a second ago.
"I will drag you with me if I have to." He bites me lightly and I let out a weak moan.
A loud bang echoes thorugh the barely lit room and Santiago staggers away from me, his eyes wild and a hand on a bulge at his hip. I hoping that that's his gun. An absouloutley lived looking Alessio stands in the doorway. The door is halfway of it's hinges and Alessios face is twisted in a deep angry frown.
"Get the hell out of here Hernández, do not proposition my employees. I do not take lightly to poaching!" Alessio storms towards me and I start to back away. Terrified of the livid anger in his eyes. I have never seen him this unraveled, not even when I shot him. Alessio starts rambling in fast italian and he grabs my arm with an iron grip.
" Se avessi saputo il problema che avevi ti uccisa non appena ti ritrovata, donna stupida e impossibile." He rambles as he starts to push me out of the room. I throw one last look over my shoulder at a chocked looking Santiago.
"Alessio, you have to calm--"
"I do not have to do anything." Alessio snarls, not even looking at me. "We are going home now and I am going to make sure that you tell me every little secret that you have hidden for me. I do not like suprises." He storms through the casino and shocked looking attendants look up at me. We fly up the stairs and I remeber something.
"What about Aria--" Alessio scoffs and pushes the doors open. "Fuck Aria, I will send a car." We're out of the building in no time and the night air hits me like a fist to the face. The car is somehow already waiting for us. Alessio basically throws me into the back seat and he's on me as soon as the private screen to the driver is up.
"You are going to tell me exactly how you know Santiago Hernández and why he is in love with you!" It's not a question. It's a demand and for some reason I feel a heat grow between my legs. When I don't say anything he growls in my face and flips us over so I'm sitting on his lap. His hands hold my hips down on him and he's obviously as aroused as I am.
"How do you know him?" He punctuated every single word so it was impossible to missunderstand anything.
"He was a job." I start not knowing how much I can tell him. "I went undercover at his favourite strip club and after a few months he noticed me..." Alessios eyes blaze with obvious lust.
"So you were not lying when you said that you were a stripper?" His question sounds almost like a threat.
"No." I get out, trying to focus on not unraveling completley.
"No what Dolcezza?" His voice is low.
"No I wasn't lying." Alessio rips the privacy screen down and growls out;
"Go faster."
Alessio
When we get back home after the car ride, plane ride and car ride again I am so hard I am pretty sure my jeans have ripped. Naitee walks before me but she is to slow so I pick her up instead. I carry her to the elevator and swipe my ring. Giving me access to my own hidden, private floor.
I hold her against the wall of the elevator as it starts to move and look Naitee deep in the eyes.
"What was your job?" I have to know what happened between them. The way Santiago had spoken to her, spoke of a familiarity.
"The job was to get info about any upcoming deals." She gives me a pointed look. "And to do whatever I had to, the FBI knew that he had a liking for brunette strippers. So they sent me." Her eyes are wide and for the first time I could swear that I saw a glimmer of fear in them.
"And?" I press. "He noticed me and well-- he started wanting private shows at his house so I went there..."
"And that is how you got the information." I finish for her and she does not meet my gaze.
The doors to the elevator opens with a high pitched ping and I lead her out with me. My "bedroom" and second office take up the entire floor. Naitee sighs.
"I'm starting to understand your arrogance if you grew up like this." I guess I understand what she is saying but I refuse to show her that she is starting to change me. I pull out one of the chairs that usually stand next to my breakfast table and lift it to the middle of my room. Right infront of my bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" Naitee asks carefully.
"You said you would do anything I wanted to and I want you to dance." I sit down on the chair just in time to see her eyes blow wide with something like horror?
"Dance?" I start to grin.
"I am pretty sure you know what kind of dance I want Dolcezza..." She stiffens and I can see her throw a glance at the elevator doors.
"I told you before that I'm not cheap." I laugh, her tries to get out of our deal are pathetic and I know it is because she actually wants it.
"Money are one of the many things I do not lack in." I reach for the wallet in my back pocket and pull it out, I take the black card out and hold it up. She stares right at me and I can see that I am starting to convince her in her eyes.
"Want a choice Dolcezza?" She starts to shake her head but I do not pay attention.
"Perfect, either you dance for me until I am rock hard and I fuck you until we are both satisfied. Or you can suck me off and rid me off the hard on I have been sporting the entire day since your little strip show at the mall." I can see her perfect throat bob. The throat I so desperatly wanted around my lenght.
"First option." She says and her voice is low.
"I though so." I say and the victory is evident in my voice. "Now come here." She hesitates for only a second before walking toward me and every single movement she makes is confident. I sense the shift in her.
"I want you to show me everything you showed him and then by the end I will have erased his every touch from your body." I growl out the last words the primal urge to take her taking over me. Like a huge wave crashing into my senses.
"Well I-- that probably won't be possible because I don't really have the eqquipment here." I reach out and grab her by the hips to pull her between my legs.
"Then I will get you the things later. Right now I want you to give me everything you can." Her pupils are blown out so that I almost can't see the brown of her irises.
"Fine." There is only one thing I want to do first. I reach out behind her and grab the string of her dress. I pull and the knot comes undone under my hands.
"I need music." The dress starts to slip off her revealing the white lacy underwear that she is wearing.
"Just dance for me Dolcezza." I lift the card to my lips and her dress lands on the floor with a soft thud and suddenly my whole world is her body. She starts to move slowly and I start to question why every man and woman in Atlanta was not lusting after her.
She moves closer and her hips start to grind down on me. Her soft supple breasts are right in my face and the white bra is barely covering anything. I move my head forward to place the card between her breasts and let it go there. It sticks and the card between her breasts makes me think of other things I would like between them.
"What the code?" She asks as her hands rake through my hair, messsing it up.
"2185" Is the only thing I can say because I am way to focused on not cumming right there in my pants.
Her hands leave my hair to trail down my chest and her touch is like electricity. She turns around and sits down just enough so that her basically naked ass graces over my groin and I groan.
"Donna you are making me..." I trail off not having any actual words to explain what I am feeling. She goes down lower her ass moving back and forth over my ass and my dick is so hard I am sure my pants are going to break.
"What? Use your words Rich Boy." I pull her still dyed hair out of the ponytail and it is deliciously messy.
"Crazy. You are making me crazy." I growl out and my hands start to move to grip her thighs and push her closer to me. She stops moving and says, "No touching the strippers mister."
I am no longer sure if I am going to survive the night.