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Authors: Robert Michael
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in him, but he had imagined that it was merely a man thing. Of course he
responded. He was not dead.
He heard the pub door open. The bartender greeted the
newcomer with a traditional “Welcome to Harry’s!”
Jake turned and took in the form of Giselle standing in the
doorway scanning the heads in the room with a slight smile on her face. Jake
fought the urge to run. He knew she was here for him. Why else would she come
here? She was obviously out of her element.
Giselle wore her long hair up. Strands of it fell to the
nape of her slender neck. Her mouth glistened with a dark red lipstick that
stood out against her porcelain skin. Her dress hugged her body provocatively,
while maintaining a modest coverage of her skin. Only her arms and calves were
exposed.
It did not matter. Every male and most females in the pub
turned to her. She was like a magnet. She knew it, too.
She saw him. He tried to smile. She moved toward him and the
waiter intercepted her. She pointed to him. He could barely distinguish her
words over the din of the diners and revelers. He could not help himself. He
watched her moving toward him, her body athletic and alluring.
She pulled up a seat beside him.
“How did you find me?”
“I have my ways,” she said coyly. “Is that how you greet
your friends?”
“It’s the implant, isn’t it?”
She nodded.
The waiter stopped by with a dark bottle of beer labeled,
Orkney Porter. Jake looked at it quizzically.
“Norwegian?”
“Scottish Isles, actually. It is sweet. Less alcohol taste,”
Giselle explained. She curled her nose and then laughed lightly. It was like
bells chiming.
The waiter set down his milk.
“Russian?” she asked, a smiling playing at her lips.
“Jersey, actually.”
“Oh. I see. A cow,” she said, tilting her head. Her hair
sparkled in the lights from the bar. Her eyes never left him.
“If I can get you anything else, let me know,” the waiter
said. His eyes lingered on Giselle a moment and he walked smoothly away.
Jake tried to regain control of the conversation. If he let
her, she would run him right over. He would be putty in her hands. His self-esteem
was low enough as it was.
“Look. I know this appears like I am looking for company
here, but I am trying to get some things sorted out.”
She looked serious. She sipped the beer and nodded.
“I know. I thought you would want to know there is a contract
out on your head.”
He dipped his burger in the milk and smirked at her.
“You are the second person today to tell me that. Am I
supposed to be intimidated? Scared? Grateful to you for giving me this
information?”
“I am the only reason you have not been taken yet,” she said.
The smile never left her lips.
Jake took a bite of the burger, soaked in milk. It tasted
wonderful. He chewed slowly, thinking of what he would say next.
“I am married.”
Her smile extended until he saw the brilliant white of her teeth.
“That explains much.”
He rolled his eyes. She never stopped, this temptress.
“So, why are you holding the dogs at bay, then? Why spare
me?”
She took another sip of her beer and leaned forward.
“Why, silly, you are valuable.”
He scoffed.
“Valuable? I am broken, Giselle. My cover is blown, my past
is exposed. I am not an assassin. I am an agent.”
She shook her head.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night,”
Giselle teased.
Jake sighed. She was not going to allow him to feel sorry
for himself.
“I have been thinking about my job, Giselle. Several things
don’t add up,” Jake admitted.
She shrugged.
“Working for the US government can be conflicting, as I
understand it,” Giselle said.
He shook his head.
“Wrong job. I mean, Galbraith. Sinegem. Darius. Lars. Me. Atlanta.
Help me understand, Giselle. I suspect you have the answers.”
She smiled.
“I told you that you are valuable, Mr. Monday.” Last names
again.
“Business.”
She tilted the bottle toward him
in him, but he had imagined that it was merely a man thing. Of course he
responded. He was not dead.
He heard the pub door open. The bartender greeted the
newcomer with a traditional “Welcome to Harry’s!”
Jake turned and took in the form of Giselle standing in the
doorway scanning the heads in the room with a slight smile on her face. Jake
fought the urge to run. He knew she was here for him. Why else would she come
here? She was obviously out of her element.
Giselle wore her long hair up. Strands of it fell to the
nape of her slender neck. Her mouth glistened with a dark red lipstick that
stood out against her porcelain skin. Her dress hugged her body provocatively,
while maintaining a modest coverage of her skin. Only her arms and calves were
exposed.
It did not matter. Every male and most females in the pub
turned to her. She was like a magnet. She knew it, too.
She saw him. He tried to smile. She moved toward him and the
waiter intercepted her. She pointed to him. He could barely distinguish her
words over the din of the diners and revelers. He could not help himself. He
watched her moving toward him, her body athletic and alluring.
She pulled up a seat beside him.
“How did you find me?”
“I have my ways,” she said coyly. “Is that how you greet
your friends?”
“It’s the implant, isn’t it?”
She nodded.
The waiter stopped by with a dark bottle of beer labeled,
Orkney Porter. Jake looked at it quizzically.
“Norwegian?”
“Scottish Isles, actually. It is sweet. Less alcohol taste,”
Giselle explained. She curled her nose and then laughed lightly. It was like
bells chiming.
The waiter set down his milk.
“Russian?” she asked, a smiling playing at her lips.
“Jersey, actually.”
“Oh. I see. A cow,” she said, tilting her head. Her hair
sparkled in the lights from the bar. Her eyes never left him.
“If I can get you anything else, let me know,” the waiter
said. His eyes lingered on Giselle a moment and he walked smoothly away.
Jake tried to regain control of the conversation. If he let
her, she would run him right over. He would be putty in her hands. His self-esteem
was low enough as it was.
“Look. I know this appears like I am looking for company
here, but I am trying to get some things sorted out.”
She looked serious. She sipped the beer and nodded.
“I know. I thought you would want to know there is a contract
out on your head.”
He dipped his burger in the milk and smirked at her.
“You are the second person today to tell me that. Am I
supposed to be intimidated? Scared? Grateful to you for giving me this
information?”
“I am the only reason you have not been taken yet,” she said.
The smile never left her lips.
Jake took a bite of the burger, soaked in milk. It tasted
wonderful. He chewed slowly, thinking of what he would say next.
“I am married.”
Her smile extended until he saw the brilliant white of her teeth.
“That explains much.”
He rolled his eyes. She never stopped, this temptress.
“So, why are you holding the dogs at bay, then? Why spare
me?”
She took another sip of her beer and leaned forward.
“Why, silly, you are valuable.”
He scoffed.
“Valuable? I am broken, Giselle. My cover is blown, my past
is exposed. I am not an assassin. I am an agent.”
She shook her head.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself to sleep at night,”
Giselle teased.
Jake sighed. She was not going to allow him to feel sorry
for himself.
“I have been thinking about my job, Giselle. Several things
don’t add up,” Jake admitted.
She shrugged.
“Working for the US government can be conflicting, as I
understand it,” Giselle said.
He shook his head.
“Wrong job. I mean, Galbraith. Sinegem. Darius. Lars. Me. Atlanta.
Help me understand, Giselle. I suspect you have the answers.”
She smiled.
“I told you that you are valuable, Mr. Monday.” Last names
again.
“Business.”
She tilted the bottle toward him
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