Collateral Desire [ENG/Complete]

𝟒. 𝑺𝒆𝒙𝒚 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔

It was 11 PM, and I had received orders that I was released off duty for today. The gathering had already ended. People were fizzling out of the room, but I saw her standing near, what I guessed to be, her supervisor. He was in a conversation with another older gentleman. When I received orders yesterday to attend this function, I would have never expected to run into her. The event itself was boring. Our leadership personnel only showed up to show off. To appear bigger than we are. This was essentially my entry ticket; I just had to look pretty in my uniform. There was rarely an actual occasion for us to show up, though today my supervisor announced an upcoming European Forces and NATO operation that was underway in Eastern Europe. None of this information was new or classified. Maybe it was three months ago, but definitely nothing Ms. Jane Doe would be interested in, if she was a real spy. She would have known about this a long time ago.

As soon as I spotted her here, I could read in her eyes that she was afraid of me, afraid of seeing me here. To be honest, I was feeling a bit offended. While I am standing here all excited, realizing that the evening is finally turning out to become very interesting, she seemed to distrust me. Observing her for less than five minutes let me know, that she doesn't belong here. It is evident that she is a spy, but you know what? I don't have any proof. Frankly, I also don't care. She doesn't seem to know what she is doing or what she is supposed to do. What was that little conversation she started? An attempt to intimidate me? If she is a Russian spy, her training was absolute shit. Knowing what I know about Russia, they are literally running out of free-willing people to sacrifice their lives for their lost cause. Training is not a priority; information is. Any type of information. But what I wondered was, why did they choose her? She is way too pretty to be unassuming. In this room full of old male defense politicians and almost no young women in sight, she stands out. No matter how flat she glues her hair to her scalp in that awfully tight bun, no matter how little makeup she uses, and is she wearing kitten heels with that long dress? I assumed she was in her early 20s, maybe mid-twenties at best, but this awfully long dress made her look 40.

I only knew one thing: with my security clearance, she was absolutely nothing to worry about. Actually, two things: I desperately want to be locked in a room with her again. This is why I stayed behind. This is why I kept my eye on her, stalling and stalking. Around midnight, her boss ended his conversation and reached for his car keys. I was a bit worried that he would be her only ride home, and if they left together now, I would never see this sexy wannabe spy again. But when he opted for the elevators in the hallway, she did not follow him. I tried to keep as much distance as possible so she wouldn't notice me, which was becoming increasingly difficult with the amount of people that had already left. I observed how she picked up a small cardboard box, pulled a keychain out of a little purse she had kept in the cloakroom, and wandered off minutes later to the elevators as well. I quietly followed her. She got on an elevator by herself, and as soon as the elevator doors closed, I watched the little screen above it, waiting for it to tell me on which level she would get off, so that I could follow her even more. To my surprise, it was not the underground parking garage; it was the 20th floor. I got on an elevator by myself and went up there. I arrived in a semi-dark hallway with blue carpet and freshly painted white walls. The paint smell still lingered in the air. Taking a closer look, I hoped to find her in the left-side hallway, because this is where the motion sensor had turned on the lights automatically while the right-hand side was dark.

Now, this would be easy. I would just have to detect a light shining from under a door, but I wanted to surprise her. Knowing how strict Germany's gun laws were, I knew she couldn't have had one on her. Especially in a building like this. I slipped out of my shoes, because I was afraid my hard soles and heels would still make too much noise on the wooden planks, which were undearneath the carpet. My heart fluttered as I appraoched the light brown office door.
"Knock knock", I said light-heartedly, simultaneously knocking door, which she had left open. It seems like she is just dropping stuff off. Also, I startled her, which is exactly what I wanted. Her eyes found me with surprise and anger in her expression.
"What are you doing here? Why are you following me?" she yelled back at me while she hastily pushed me out the door frame. She fondled with the light switch and slammed the door shut. Out of the little purse on her wrist, she yet again took out her keys and locked the office.
"I want to talk to you," I smiled at her.
"I don't want to talk. I don't talk," she responded, grabbed me by the hand, and tried to move me away. I was able to gather that she worked here. This was her office, and it was a double office too. How interesting! So, two weeks ago she ambushed me at my workplace, now it was my turn. The best thing is that no one is here. No one cares what we do or say. We are alone at midnight at some organization's headquarters.

Usually, I don't stalk women. Actually, never. I don't see the point. This time it is different. I would do everything just to have her again, feel her on my flesh, feel her presence, and maybe this time get even closer to her. I want to use this newly found information against her to get her to do what I want. Now, this sounds bad -- very bad -- but I noticed how hot our first encounter made her. She is a natural when it comes to dominance, and I feel like she got a taste for it for the first time in that hangar. With more time on our hands, I wanted to make it happen. I started to act up like a defiant toddler in the store. I dropped to the floor and made myself comfortable, crossing my legs and placing my shoes right next to me.
"Oh, maybe I should try to talk to you tomorrow then? What are your office hours? Will you be here tomorrow morning? Does 8 AM sound good?" I grinned at her. Damn, I was becoming a better spy than she was, I thought to myself.
"I know where you work now," I said stating the obvious. She rolled her brown, big deer eyes at me.
"What do you want?" she scoffed at me while putting her hands around one of my arms, trying to lift me from the ground.
"Well, it's a beautiful night. I know it's getting late, but maybe we could just stroll along the river and..."
"I said, I don't talk," she grinded her teeth grumpily.
"Well, then just kiss," I retorted cheekily.
"What is with you? You American never saw beautiful woman before? Now you follow like puppy that is homeless?" accepting her defeat that she physically couldn't pull me up, she stood there.
"Yes! Let me be your puppy," all this teasing was turning more and more into a comedy skit. I couldn't stop cracking my stupid jokes, because she was becoming so frantic and panicky about me knowing where she worked. She should calm down; I didn't even know her name.

When I finally stood up, I had this urge to grab her scrunchy and pull it out of her hair, releasing her beautiful waves. As I got closer, I leaned in and towered over her.
"Jane ....," my voice becoming more serious.
"...or whatever your real name is," I continued. "Let's go to a hotel nearby; I really want you."
I was oozing desire. As I was finding my balance again, I closed the gap between us even more. She had pushed herself into the door and looked up at me longingly. My body doing the work for me. She lowered her gaze on to my muscular chest that was pulsating under my suit jacket. She became more quiet and I could almost hear her thoughts racing through her mind.
"I saw you work through the entire evening," I said, letting my finger slide from her arm up to her shoulder and then slowly planting a little kiss on the side of her neck. Her frantic demeanor changed into that of a confused little pet. It was silent and only the annoying buzzing of the lights above us tampeted the tension undeniable, growing tension between us. I could feel her anxiety subsiding and very slowly giving in to her desire. I knew it! I knew it was there!
"Let's take the steam off. Alone. Away from here; without any time limits," I whispered in her ear and from the corner of my eyes, I could see her peach-tone lips part ever so slightly. When she gave in to me kissing her on the lips, the deal was sealed.