The End of You: A Single Lady Spy Series Novella (The Single Lady Spy Series Book 3) (3 page)

He
grabbed at me roughly. “They’re for you. The bed and the clothes and the plane—it’s
all for you.” His expression looked broken for a second, like I had wounded
him.

I
paused, worried he was telling the truth. “Who puts a bed and clothes on a
plane for a girl he isn’t seeing?”

He
steps toward me again, lifting my face. “I see you. I always see you.” I could
see he was struggling with the feelings he had. He fought them and apparently
had lost.

I
tried to step back, I honestly did. It was the right thing to do. But my heart
was his. It had always been his, I just didn't know it. I lifted my fingers up
into his longish hair and pulled his six-foot-three body down onto my five-foot-four
one.

We
spun and fell onto the bed with him crushing me into the soft mattress. But we
didn't kiss and we didn't fuck. We paused, staring at each other. It was
delicate and frightening.

He
rolled to his side and trailed his fingers up and down my torso, tugging at my
blouse and brushing against my stomach like it was an accident. He traced heat
trails up and down me, touching nothing that couldn't be explained away or
considered innocent.

I
woke from my slumber to find him staring at me from the chair. It was unnerving
that Coop had done it the day before and now today it was Servario. Waking that
way twice in a row was spooky.

But
Servario spoke, never keeping his thoughts to himself when it benefited him to
say them aloud. “I want to fuck you but I want you to ask me to do it.”

I
scowled. “No. Weirdo.” He was such a freak. He was a finger-in-the-ass freak
and I had already played this game with him too many times to count.

He
nodded. “I am going to offer you a deal and you have to choose.”

I
rolled my eyes. Actually, they might have rolled themselves.

“Don't
roll your eyes at me, Evie. You know how I feel about disrespect.”

I
lifted my middle finger from my side. “This is how I feel about your deals.”
Had he just made love to me when we got on the plane I would have done it. But
he had lost the control then and this was his way of getting it back.

“You
let me pick your clothing, fucking you how I see fit, and treat you the way I
want so badly to, and I will hand over Coop’s sister to the right people with
all the proof.”

I
sit up, completely stunned he would bargain this way to ensure his heart wasn't
in the sex. “You are an idiot. What is the other option? Let her keep doing all
those bad things and compromise our mission?” I scoffed, “Oh, okay, Servario.
Sure. I’ll let you humiliate me so you don't feel like we made love and love
each other, and you can treat me like a whore for that. Dipshit.”

He
shook his head, a smug look crossing his face. “She will vanish with all the
evidence and Coop will always wonder. His family will never have closure.”

I
sigh. “I really thought you were smarter than this. I know what Rachel has done
and I have the evidence in the folder.”

He
lifted a syringe from the table next to him. “This is a drug that will take all
your memories of the last twenty-four hours. They will be gone, completely. And
I will fuck you anyway.”

A
sarcastic smile crossed my lips. “You can’t make me hate you. Nothing you do
anymore makes me think you’re as scummy and horrid as you try to be. This whole
walking contradiction thing with the buying me clothes and putting in a bed and
then bribing me for dirty sex so you can get away without feeling something for
me—it doesn't work. I see you too, just so you know.”

I
stood on wobbly legs and walked to the clothing rack, lifting the tiny red
dress that looked like it might be a tube top, from its hanger. I walked back
to the bed, undoing my shirt one slow button at a time and dropped it to the
carpet. I dragged my bra off, letting my breasts linger in the air, exposed. I
knew his face had an indifferent look upon it, but I also knew there was no way
he was indifferent. I knew he loved me and he wanted me.

I
pulled the tight red dress on, dragging my pants and underwear down with it. I
kicked everything off to the side so I was just in the slutty red dress, and
fluffed my hair like a porn star might. I turned to face him, letting him see
the finished product. He didn't budge but I could see the fire. I backed away
slowly, heading for the door and aware that if I ran he would chase. We had
played that game all too often as well. “I love you, Servario. I have loved you
for a while. I hate that I love you as much as you hate that you love me. But
here we are, over international waters and land. We are in La La Land and no
one has to know we love each other here. We can safely be open to everything
and nothing all at once.”

He
clenched his jaw tightly, offering me a slightly softer version of his pent-up
sex face. “You have to take it back. I won’t ever choose you, ever.”

I
nodded. “I know, and yet I love you anyway.” It was true. I knew he wouldn't
choose me over the rest of the world. He had a duty as a double agent and he
took it seriously. Too seriously.

No
matter what, he would always be him, the ungettable get. The unattainable man
behind the mask.

My
hands reached behind me, clutching to the doorknob. I turned it, opening the
door slowly, as if fleeing a tiger, and slipped out into the open jet plane,
closing the door behind me.

I
turned and walked back to my seat, curious as to how close we were to landing.
The jet was dark as the skies had yet to see the morning sun. We were flying
through the night, a red eye with a black heart.

I
sat down, hating the fact my bare ass was on his seat. God only knew what he
did in them. He liked to pretend he didn't have sex on his planes with anyone
but me, but I was smarter than I looked, most days.

The
door to the back didn't open and I had to admit it bothered me. I wanted him to
rush the door, scooping me up and pinning me against the wall.

Instead,
I fell asleep looking like a prostitute with my ass on his seat, no doubt
getting an infection.

We
landed with a jolt that woke me instantly. I blinked away the confusion of
where I was and what was going on. It always took a second when we were on
mission. I was used to warm mornings in my house with a cup of coffee as I
planned my day around dropping my kids off at various activities or school.

His
body was in my peripheral but not next to me. I shivered, realizing I was still
in my disturbing dress and not just bare-assed but also barefoot. I grimaced,
standing and walking to the back after the plane settled.

“Don't
change, just add some shoes and makeup. You know what the girls I associate
with look like,” he muttered from behind his laptop.

I
sighed, not even considering changing. I knew what would happen. He would do
his impatient act where he stood at the door, barring the way until I wanted to
act like a big girl and put my proper spy clothes on. It always meant I ended
up looking like a hooker. It was my most believable act which I felt said very
little about my personality. Luce, my only other female partner, was never
asked to dress like a whore.

I
slipped into the back room, staring at the bed for a moment. Bits of feathers,
foam, and mattress springs covered the room. He’d raged, tearing it all to hell
like a child.

I
made a mental note to add this to the reasons why we would never work. I had
children enough to raise; I didn't need to add another who was wanted by every
agency in the world for one heinous act or another.

The
closet was still pristine, apart from a few feathers from the pillows. I ran my
fingers along the pieces, separated by color. The varying fabrics tickled my
fingertips, each one holding promise of a fun time. Pantsuits, dresses, skirts,
blouses, tanks, and even a few pieces of lingerie. Every one of them designer
and costing more than my monthly mortgage payment. To him it was nothing, akin
to dropping a dollar in a bucket for a homeless man. No, for him spending all
this money on clothing for a woman he couldn't ever have was just a regular
Tuesday. He was bizarre in the most extreme ways.

I
glanced at the red dress, knowing I looked slutty but I could do better.
Servario wasn't a regular criminal mastermind. He was a savant of the
underworld, and for that reason I could get away with a much nicer outfit. I
lifted a black bustier-styled midriff tank top by Diane von Furstenberg. It
made my boobs look like they were seventeen instead of thirty-six so that was
obviously a better choice than the tube dress. It tied up from the bottom to
the top in the front with laces, revealing my pale skin through it. It was a
classy attempt at slutty. I peeled the red dress down my legs, pulling on the
white, low-slung skirt, also by Diane von Furstenberg. I contemplated wearing
some cute wedges but I knew he would need my legs to look their best. Okay, and
I really wanted to wear the red Jimmy Choo lace pumps. They had a golden heel
and I imagined if I were ever to get married again they would be the secret
hiding beneath my wedding gown.

My
life made that dream laughable but a girl could dream.

I
used the makeup he had set up in the drawers, including of course, the Russian
Red MAC lipstick we had both become so fond of. I teased my dark hair and gave
myself a once over. The heavy black makeup made my eyes pop. The falsies and
Younique 3D Lash Kit made me look like I was related to the Gabor family, only
a brunette.

I
stepped back, excited by the fact I looked classy and sexy and there was no way
his eyes would be able to stray from the incredible amount of cleavage shown in
the laces of the shirt.

I
walked out, leaving my green bag on board. Lord knew we were coming back this
way. I just hoped and prayed Luce, Jack, and Coop would be with us.

I
walked, praying to the gods I didn't twist an ankle or slip in any way, to the
front of the plane. He glanced back, scowling at me. “You look too nice for
where we’re going.”

When
I walked past him, I lifted my skirt, flashing my bare ass at him. “I kept it
just trashy enough for you.”

He
made a noise, of course he did, but I didn't pause. I hurried to the dark Rolls
Royce waiting for us on the small runway, as per the usual. Even in a country
in the Middle East, he was able to fly in under the cover of his badass
umbrella.

When
he climbed in he sat too close, smothering me with heat and all the leftover
things we hadn’t said to each other and all the damage caused by the things we
did say.

He
reached over, lifting me up into his lap to straddle him. I opened my mouth to
protest but his eyes darted to the driver.

“You
know how I like it, Estelle.” He unzipped his zipper, bringing a gasp from my
parted lips. I shook my head, pleading with my eyes, but I could see the vacant
look in his stare as he shoved himself inside of me. Unfortunately, my body had
been prepared by all his advances and messing around. He slid into me with
ease, not even bothering with a condom. He knew I was unable to conceive but
that didn't mean he hadn’t been with other people.

His
hands crept up my thighs as I hovered over him, his cock head inserted in me.
When his fingers gripped onto my hips he dug in, forcing me to circle in his
lap as if it were a dance. He massaged as if he was waiting for me to sink down
onto him, taking him all in. But I didn't. I hovered there, unsure of my next
move. He’d called my bluff as I had called his. He always had to win.

He
lifted his head, staring at the Russian Red lipstick. “Really?”

I
shrugged. “You put it there.”

“I
was testing you.”

“Then
we both failed, I suppose.”

He
nodded. “I suppose. We never have been the sort to succeed, though have we?”

I
shook my head slowly, staring down on his mouth. I wanted a thousand bad things
from those lips but not in a vehicle with a driver.

His
hazel eyes held almost no green. They had darkened as his mood had. He narrowed
his gaze for a moment, plotting or something equally nefarious. As the driver
put the car into drive, lurching us forward slightly, Servario brought my hips
down, plunging himself into me. A soft moan escaped my lips. He breathed in
sharply, pulling me down on him so he could nestle his face into my neck and
hair.

He
muttered things, soft and yet disturbing. “I am going to fuck you so hard when
I get the chance, you won’t remember ever having been with another man.”

I
nodded as he and the car rocked us both. His hands lifted and circled my body
as he impaled me softly. Neither of us could orgasm, not the way he was doing
it and not without the driver seeing everything.

We
traveled this way, him forcing me to slowly ride him to the point we were both
completely ready, overly ready.

His
hands slid around me, cupping my ass and squeezing hard, making me wince as his
lips delicately placed soft kisses on my neck. It was a series of contrary
emotions and sensations.