Killer Instinct

Chapter XI

XI.

"You ready?" Misha asked me as we stepped off of our private plane to Tokyo at 2000 hours. The wind was blowing hard in my face, the smell of rain filled my nostrils.

I nodded, tossing my hair out of my face and followed him into our waiting Town Car.

Tokyo was bright and brilliant as ever, the neon lights flashing in the cold spring sky, slushy rain pouring steadily as our car made its way through the heart of downtown. I hadn't been to Japan very often, one of my few happy childhood memories stemmed from being allowed to tag along with Doug when he came for business years and years ago.

It was always a place I'd wanted to go when I finally got some down time from the MIA. After just reaching agent status, I was required to take leave every four weeks for mental and physical health reasons. Japan would've been first on my list, except I hadn't been afforded that leave since I'd began working almost six months ago.

But I was here now, for business and pleasure. For the pleasure of taking down Doug Spielman and the MIA, and the business of keeping my end of the bargain with James Henry.

We arrived at our brightly lit hotel with a spacious marble paved lobby and water spouting waterfalls. The room was to be a one bedroom due to our relationship status at the MIA and also our cover as American students on Spring Break. A nervous tingle shot down my spine when I thought about sleeping in the same bed as Misha. A lustful tingle shot somewhere else, somewhere lower, and I fought hard to squelch that desire.

Misha had made it clear that I was nothing but a child and an unwanted ally to him. Nothing more, nothing less.

"We meet with James and Apollo in the morning." Misha said conversationally, closing the door behind us as we entered our hotel room. It was nice and expensive and luxurious like all the other hotels I'd stayed at while on missions. One of the few upsides of working for the government.

"Sounds good." I yawned, feeling more than tired after a 13 hour flight. "Do you want the shower first?"

Misha smirked at me. "Nah, you go ahead. I'll just watch some TV, catch up on the international news."

I nodded again, before unzipping my suitcase, fishing for a pair of panties, my favorite night shirt and my toothbrush. I padded my way into the cavernous bathroom, saw the Jacuzzi tub and almost groaned.

A bubble bath sounded absolutely divine. I ran the water scalding hot, along with the complimentary bath oils and sea salts and bubbles, and stripped down.

I sighed as I sank beneath the water, dipping beneath and coming back up for air. One by one the knotted muscles in my shoulders and in my thighs loosened ever so slightly, but remained tense.

"Knock-knock," Misha pushed into the bathroom holding a bottle of champagne, and two flutes.

"Saw this in the refrigerator and couldn't resist." He cracked a breathtaking smile and sat the two glasses on the counter before pouring me a glass. "Thought you could use some bubbly."

"Oh, I definitely could." I took the champagne eagerly, slurping down a gulp and sighed. "Oh Cristal. How I love you." I smiled up at Misha who grinned mischievously back.

"I thought you were taking a shower." He arched an eyebrow at me. "Just because I let you go first doesn't mean I planned on you taking forever."

I shrugged. "I was going to take a shower, but then this Jacuzzi started calling my name. And my muscles started bitching at me, for almost dying three days ago, and you know what? I listened to them and I got into this Jacuzzi. So kiss my ass, Misha."