Addicted.

Addicted- Chapter two

''Come feed the rain

'cause I'm thirsty for your love dancing underneath the skies of lust
Yeah, feed the rain
'cause without your love my life ain't nothing but this carnival of rust'

Chapter two- Enemies.

 THREE MONTHS AGO. 

I never do this kind of rookie thing, James Sinclair thought as the Mercedes took a turn towards to the right.

It was true; James Sinclair never did this kind of thing especially since he had started his own business. Eight years back, doing this kind of thing was of great prestige, at least in his business. But, now that he was the owner of such a renowned company, it was downright rookie.

But, it didn’t bother him. Not even a bit. He was willing to do the work since it was easier for him to do it than call his men, and also because it was convenient that he was here inSpain, for the meeting and could easily pick up the goods.

As the car came to a halt in front of theMadrid-Barajas Airport, James stuffed the goods in his pocket and paid the chauffer a heavy tip.

As soon as he stepped out in the cool evening of Madrid, his nostrils caught the waft of violet petals and something elegant and sensuous, turning to look at the recipient of the smell, he caught the back of the lady.

A tall woman was wearing black trousers, white shirt and black tuxedo jacket was hugging her lean yet curvaceous body. Her hair which was almost to her waist was tied in a pony tail, swayed to the rhythm of her hips.

James Sinclair had caught his prey.

He straightened his blazer and signaled the car to go; he picked up his briefcase and turned to catch up with the woman with the body worth drooling and a confidence worth admiring.

James had quickly caught up with her, and he was just behind the old short guy who was blocking James view of her out of the world ass.

James had an eye for pretty woman.

He got inside the beautiful airport and vaguely kept an eye on the woman who stood out even in the crowd, got his boarding pass.

Standing in the line patiently to get the boarding pass, James realized that the lady in black was again in front of him, but this time by a bit of a margin. A vicious smile crept on James lips, as he realized that he and his prey was in the same plane, making his job even easier.

‘’Sir, here’s your boarding pass and would you like to send your luggage in the cargo or keep it with yourself?’’ The lady, whose name tag identified her as Rose murmured to James in a Latin accent.

James grinned at her flirtatiously, ‘’Cabin baggage.’’ He answered and was given a tag to hang around his luggage.