Chapter 3

Dinner had stretched all the way to almost 9 p.m. Robert basically flirting with me throughout the night. I am still unsure what exactly he wants from me but he sure seems enticed by me. Eventually, I had to complain that I needed to head back home. Of course you can trust Robert to offer…actually insist on taking me home. Which is how he managed to steal a kiss from me.

I sigh as last night's event on my doorstep replays in my head. He had insisted on walking me up to my apartment door which is on the third floor. We were standing in front of my door and I was ready to bid him goodnight.

  “Are you not going to invite me in for a cup of coffee?” He inquired.

I chuckled at his sneaky attempt.

   “I think it is too late for that. I am a little exhausted and some of us are employed. I have a job to get to tomorrow morning,” I replied, making his jaw to tick in annoyance.

His eyes were completely set on me, making me feel like a nervous wreck. The last thing I wanted or needed was to piss him off after a promising night. I was clearly too much in my head because I did not see him coming closer. All I felt were his fingers gripping my hair as his lips pushes against mine. I released a surprise squeak, lips parting in shock, just a perfect opportunity for him to slide his tongue into my mouth.

His other hand squeezing my waist as he pulls me close to him. His tongue exploring every corner of my mouth, sucking all the oxygen in my lungs. I even started to feel drowsy, fingers just balling his blazer in tight fists. He then pulled away with a smirk on his face, my eyes slowly opening. I was really blushing this time as my chest heaves up and down. Taking me longer to regain my balance. Before pulling away from me, he slightly spanked my butt and then took a few steps back.

     “Have a good evening Miss Schultz,” he said and turned to leave. He stopped abruptly on his way to the elevator and turned back to me as I was still in shock and haven't moved just yet. “Oh! I had a great evening tonight,” that was the last thing he said before leaving.

I shake my head to rid that memory. I pull on my maroon coat, and drap a square pattern scarf around my neck. I grab my bag off the coach hooking it over my right shoulder. Boots click against the floor as I make my way to the door. As soon as I yank it open my face carves into disappointment.

Benedict Slovak.

His eyes glow as they land on my frame, lips curve up into a warm smile.

   “My Julianna,” he gush, hands coming up to cup my face.

His blue eyes dart around my face with that familiar want that is cringe worthy. He leans closer to kiss both my cheeks, and then tucks a loose strand behind my ear. I am used to all this, nothing is new. He barks like a dog but never bites. He takes a step back and his eyes shoots over my  left shoulder.

     “Are you not going to invite me in honey-bear?” He inquires a little flirtatious. Again, not a foreign behaviour.

I step aside, turning my face to the side when his face leans closer to mine as he steps in. He chuckles softly, going further into the apartment. I grit my teeth as an attempt to calm myself down. Once calm I then close the door and turn to face him, he is currently observing the apartment as if he was not responsible of renting it for me.

   “I have to report to work if I am going to maintain the Jennifer Schultz's image,” I say a little irritated.

He turns around with his smile still intact, the twinkle in his eyes still lingering there. Benedict is obsessed with me and keeps believing that one day he was going to get into my pants.

    “How are things going with Hoffman?” He inquires, his hands going into the pockets of his navy trousers.

I go on to place my bag down on the couch and sigh, turning back to face him after that. His eyes are constantly on me as always. Each time we are in the same room, it appears I am all he can focus on.

    “Everything is going according to plan. He seems to be infactuated with me already,” I update him.

He laughs nodding his head.

    

“Of course he is. That is why we sent you in. Your striking beauty makes every man think with his dick and not his other head,” he says pointing to his own head.

    “Just like you?” I scoff.

Benedict chuckles grabbing his bulge and fixing it suggestively,  making me frown in disgust.

    “Some days like today, I dream about your mouth wrapped around my dick. You would look so fucken sexy on your knees,” he utters.

If I was disgusted before, now I am just close to puking. Benedict is a good looking forty-five year old man with a gorgeous wife. His status as the governor also adds to his attraction. But he is cocky and greedy as he knows he can get away with anything and almost everything.

    “Anyways, I am glad to hear things are progressing well between you and Hoffman,” he says, but his left eye twitch showcasing his unhappiness about the matter. “I need you to keep it that way. Actually, we need you to keep him really occupied,” he adds, this time more sternly.

I cross my arms over my chest, leaning against the back of the couch.

    “What is going on Slovak?” I inquire as I sense there is more to this than he is leading on.

He tsk, looking away briefly and then his eyes are back on mine.

    “We found out April Anderson has something that Hoffman wants desperately. However, the government also needs it. So, we have to get to her first before Hoffman does. Already we've sent an agent after her,” he informs tickling my curiosity.

 “Who?”

      

 “Black! Jackson Black,” he unveils making me whistle.

Jackson Black is one of the best in the agency. He has been serving the German government for decades. No case of his was left unsolved, and he did not do small cases. For them to send him to this mission is sign enough that whatever April Anderson has is very big. But I know better than to question further. Benedict would never trust me with such lucrative information.

   “It must be serious,” I breathe out instead.

  “Which is why we need you in your A game honey-bear. Keep him locked between your warm thighs if you have to. But don't forget your mission Julianna. We need Hoffman behind bars,” he declares.

   “Off course. Have I ever let you down?” I scoff feeling offended by his lack of trust in my abilities.

He grins at me. Stepping closer and cupping my face, thumbs caressing my cheekbones, eyes twinkling like two constalletions.

   “You are one of our best, which is why we gave you this huge mission. You are our next Black,” he says as means of complimenting.

I snort but that does not deter his smile.

  “I expect nothing but the best from you honey-bear. Germany, is surely in good hands,” he adds before enveloping me in a hug.

His cologne attacking my nostrils. I could hear his heart beating against his chest. Feel his hand as it caresses my back up and down. His other hand squeezing my waist tightly. He sighs in contentment, his chin resting on top of my head.

    “Couldn’t you just text all of this?” I ask with a bit of annoyance. Annoyed by not only his presence but his touch as well.

  “And miss the opportunity of seeing you? Holding you?” He muses, tightening his grip one more time before letting go.

He looks around the apartment one more time before turning back to me. Eyes dark with what I've known to be lust. He always looks at me like that after some time in my presence.

     “I have to get going Julianna,” he says, fixing his suit, only to lean closer and peck my cheeks as he did when he had arrived. “Take care of yourself honey-bear,” he adds, lustful eyes scanning my body one last time.

He licks his lips in a pervy manner before making his way to the door. I hold the door open for him as he steps outside. He turns around to look at me with that soft smile he greeted me with earlier.

    “One day, you will give into me Julie,” he says.

    “In your bloody dreams!” I hiss, and that erupt a laugh from him.

He shakes his index finger back and forth, turning on his heels and walks towards the elevator, now with both hands in his pockets. I scoff, slamming the door behind me. Benedict Slovak was one piece of shit!

Just when I thought the worst was over, my new job at the beauty spar declares it was not. During my training at the agency we are taught every skill under the sun. Massaging is one way to seduce, of course we were given that skill. But the American couple that comes for their 4 p.m appointment are too entitled and demand for unspeakable things.

Happy ending?

Who the fuck ask for that? At first I did not even know what that was, until the man actually said, “you can use your mouth baby, I would not mind filling that sexy mouth with my cum.”

Disgusting!

And his wife actually looks at Matilda expectantly as if she wants her piece of happy ending from her as well. Poor woman turns red as she tells this shameless couple that, ‘we do not do that here.’ And then they have the audacity to be mad at us, quickly pulling their clothes on as they insult our service and swear to never come back. They lastly threaten to give the company a one star review on the company's official website.

Piss of shit!

But what I mostly did not expect after my long dreadful day was to get a bouquet of flowers in my apartment lobby from the landlord.

    “A delivery was sent in for you,” he says holding the fat bouquet of red roses. “It seems you have caught an admirer,” he gushes, pushing the bouquet in my direction.

I frown receiving the bouquet. My eyes dart around the red petals, getting caught by the white card peeking in between. I carefully pull it out, rotating it once it is caught between my fingers. My frown never discipitating. I flick it open, eyes skimming above the manly handwritten words. Letters slanting slightly more to the right, but readable nonetheless.

  ‘You are invited for dinner on Friday evening. Attire: Sexy and Slutty. Be ready by 6 p.m, I will send a driver to fetch you. Love, Prince Charming.’

I scoff, crunching the note in my hand and the landlord actually whimpers from behind his arc shaped desk. I glare at him and he actually flinches. Satisfied with his reaction, I walk towards the elevator, pressing a button.

It may seem, Robert is going to be a handful. I am suppose to keep him preoccupied but he is the one keeping me preoccupied. I tsk, staring at the flowers in my hand as the elevator accends, and I shake my head with a tiny smile touching my lips.

You are in for a ride Robert Hoffman, is the thought that echoes in my head. Stupid man.