Icy Blue Fire (An Assassin Story)

Restless White Night

August, 200x

Los Angeles, California, USA

He could feel her charcoal black eyes raking through his body, and desire warmed him from deep within. It had been so long since he last had a girl in his arms, and what she was offering was more tempting than drinking by himself. It was a momentary distraction, a welcomed one to break the monotony of his tedious line of job.

At least, with a girl, he could pretend like he was an all-together different person.

"Beer, please," the raven-haired beauty told the bartender as she gracefully slid in the seat opposite his. While waiting for her drink, she was constantly making eye contact with him. A sweet dimpled smile spread across her face. "Waiting for someone?"

She smelled nice. He easily slipped into character, flashing a flirtatious smile to his prey. "I'm afraid I'm by myself."

"Your accent... you grew here in the US of A?" She gazed down in a demure fashion, letting her long lashes cast shadows across her high cheekbones. He knew that coy look. "I'm Marne. Let me guess, you're Korean?"

"Japanese."

Her skimpy dress had a very low neckline, giving him a very well-appreciated view of her creamy cleavage. C cup. Those rounded breasts of hers would just fit snugly in his hands. He couldn't wait to bed the woman tonight.

"It's my first time seeing you here."

"I'm visiting a friend. I'm from San Francisco."

She gave him a husky laugh as she flipped her hair. "I wouldn't know. You don't look tanned to me."

"Why don't you find out yourself," he challenged in a tone that had her melting in her seat. Imagining him naked was more than she could handle. It was like staring at sin itself. A very mouth-watering and eye-candy sin that is.

After several dumbstruck moments, Marne got back to reality. She could feel her cheeks burning.

"I'll very much like that, hot shot."

Marne couldn't peel her gaze away from the gorgeous hunk of meat. It was as plain as day that this man was the reincarnation of the sex god himself. He was tall, with shoulders so broad she couldn't help but let her hands wrap him in a sleazy embrace. His muscles were hard beneath his shirt, and they bulged even without him flexing them. And those eyes... she could lose herself into those dark orbs forever. Being with him was dangerous for her health and sanity. She had never felt this aroused just by the sight of a fully-clothed man.

"Wanna dance?" she purred, tugging her dress suggestively.

His answering smile was full of erotic promises.

Arashi untangled himself from the sleeping girl at the sound of his phone ringing. They just finished their unholy act, and the buzz of electricity still hummed within his veins. His lust finally satiated, he wanted nothing more but to get some decent rest. After all, it was already two in the morning. He had a busy day ahead.

"06!"

He recognized the friendly-sounding accented voice. Arashi stretched the sore muscles in his neck. 

"04," he said coolly. No one but those in the headquarters had access to his new phone. Did 04 hack the network again?

"Hallo, my friend." He sounded as high and perky as usual. "It's been four months. Did you miss me?"

Arashi sighed. What could the Russian want from him at this hour? And why was he making direct calls? They could be traced!

"Bye."