Chapter 2

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Aaah another day another catsuit. I bump and grind to Fetty Wap talking about coming his way because hello trap music is perfect for mission day. After leaving headquarters Friday and leaving Con aching and panting I'm sure, ok maybe cursing and ranting such a stubborn man, I came home combed through the dossier, made my A to Z back up plans yes i'm meticulous like that, cleaned my guns and my knives,packed my bag, ignored my dirty laundry and of course picked my catsuits. There is absolutely no rest for a temptress. The job should be simple. Rescue Alianna Yankovic , find out the story I just know she has with Peck, and get Peck laid because by golly gee if I don't hear the salacious details of good sex soon I will forget whats it like.

I saunter down the hall from my bedroom to the kitchen to hopefully stuff my face but knowing me if I find anything more than a jar of something unidentifiable it would be nothing short of a miracle and Jesus's second coming. I look around my apartment absently while wondering if I should grab breakfast at the McDs downstairs. I live on the 10th floor of a high rise building with this beautiful wall to wall window where I can see downtown Dallas a little off in the distance. I have beautiful dark hardwood floor and most if not everything is white and or silver with a few colors thrown here and there like my beautiful fluffy white couch currently has lime green pillows on it and my kitchen the beauty that it is, has every silver appliance known to man. I just dont have groceries. Shrugging I grab my coat and head for the door I should be able to snatch a burrito before Con gets here. 

Opening the door I find Con outside mouthing Drake's part to come my way while balancing what looks like breakfast burritos in one hand and searching for his keys in his pocket. Yes he has keys to my place and yes I have keys to his place. We are basically married he just wont accept it.

'Honey you're home!!!' I scream simultaneously barreling in him for a quick hug and ass grab and stealing the burritos from him.

'Christ on crackers Max must you maul me every single time and add to that the fact that i'm probably deaf thanks to you' strolling through the door after taking up the grande cups of smoothies at his feet.

'you brought food and your sexy ass. This will be the routine for as long as we live separately when we get married i'll throw in spontaneous sex by the door just to shake it up' i mumble while inhaling the burrito.

Con sits eating beside me  on one of my high clear breakfast bar stools yes my job is awesome I take out some bad guys here and there and I get to buy awesome spinning breakfast stools which reminds me,

'Con how long before I get to haer about Alianna and Peck?'

'Not my story to tell Max'

'But there is a story yay I should have been a private detective'

'You are too violent love'

See we are destined to be together he called me love also violent but who doesn't want to be an A plus killer.

'so I've been thinking' i get up and throw away our trash ' once we complete this job and Peck hands over the reigns to me you should become my love slave'

'No Max now where is your bag? we need to get to the airport...'

We'll be taking a small plane to the island of Carriacou, Grenada and snatch and grab little Miss Yankovic and only engage if engaged

'... and don't you dare list the ten top reasons why that would be advantageous to me. Just get your ass in gear and lets go'

I grab my bag and lock up the apartment and head for the elevators with the grumbling man. He grumbles even worse when i accidentally on purpose drop something and pick it up wiggling my booty in his direction. Once i straighten up he shuffles me out of the way and nearly jabs the button through the panel. I giggle on the inside. 

Once we've made it to the airport and pass security ,we have clearance to take our weapons I have no idea how and neither do I care, and are on the little plane just the two of us he settles down cracking each knuckle. Its going to take us a couple hours so I settle down to sleep but come on its me what am I without a parting shot

'Con?'

'Hmmm?'

'You okay? you were grumbling and awful lot back at my place and all the way through the airport. Peck could have you reassigned if this is too much'

' Your ass goes my ass goes with you as I said before this one is high danger and nothing is going to happen to you. As for my grumbling I think maybe I pulled a muscle or something'

'You know what would help that Con?'

'What?'

'A blowjob'

He doesn't say a word but I notice his jaw clenching and he's about to leave hand prints in his arm rest. I chuckle, draw a blanket over my head and rest.

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