Let's Make a Deal

Her POV

“Hello my dear,” I look over and see a very prim woman in her early 50s looking at me. She had on a blue business suit and her dark black hair was pulled into a tight bun. “Is this seat taken?”

I glanced around the room and noticed that the bar was fairly empty. This woman chose the seat next to me for a reason.

“I’m not really in the mood for conversation. Perhaps you would enjoy different company more?”

“Oh don’t be silly, I came here specifically for you.” She smiled sweetly at me, but I could tell it was a loaded smile.

“I’m sorry but I don’t believe we’ve met. You must have me mistaken for someone else.” I tried to turn back to my drink and ignore her, indicating that this conversation was over, but she wasn’t taking the hint.

“Oh dear, I am here for you and I believe you are going to want to hear what I have to say.” She pulled out the seat next to me and sat down. She waved at the bar tender ever so gracefully and ordered a martini dry. Everything about this woman screamed sophisticated trouble.

“You said I would want to hear you out, start talking.” I couldn’t help but be intrigued by what the woman said. I had spent the last 13 years of my life in the military and this woman was giving off some serious spy vibes. In my training, I had been warned about these types of interactions. People who would approach high ranking military officials and try and proposition deals for weapons or information. Usually, they involved black mail or hostages, but I couldn’t think of what this woman could have on me.

She swirled her olive around her drink and gingerly bit it smirking at me like a cat playing with a mouse.

“If I could offer you everything you’ve ever wanted, would you take the deal?” She took a sip of her drink eyeing me over the glass.

“Everything I’ve ever wanted huh?” I scoffed taking a swig of my beer. “Can you get me a beautiful beach house will 20 hot male servants all willing to treat me like a god?” I snickered at the mental image and shook my head.

“No,” With that one word she locked eyes with me, “I can give you one man. One man who will love you with all his heart and forget about all your flaws. One man who would die for you, worship you, and never make you question if he loved you. He would never leave you, never look at another woman, and never steal your clothes to wear around the house.”

How the hell did she know about Kenny?! My mind was going a mile a minute with the implications, but I had to stay calm and focused. When I got home, I would have to sweep my place for bugs and have the Intel Department check my alias information. Right now, I needed to figure out what she wanted from me. 

“A man like that doesn’t exist. All men are pigs, some women are just better at training them.” The woman laughed at my retort, but the laugh didn’t reach her eyes.  

“Your soul mate exists and I’m willing to lead you to him. Are you interested?”

“What is your gimmick lady? Find a lonely girl at the bar and offer her the prince charming she has always wanted? I’m not buying it.” And I’m certainly not giving you classified information.

“I’m 100% sincere. He exists, and I can introduce you. You can have your prince charming. And let me tell you, this man will make your mouth water and your pussy drip.” She stared hard at me not blinking just letting her words sink in. Somehow, I felt like she was serious. She genuinely thought she could introduce me to the love of my life.

“So what’s the catch? What do you get out of me meeting Mr. Right?” Here we go, time to find out if I just became a spy, secret weapons dealer, or something far worse. There is no way my superior would pass up the chance to infiltrate a sleeper cell.

“You are right. Like any good fairytale, there is a catch. You will have one year to meet him and make him fall in love with you.” She held her finger up as I went to speak, “He has to say it, without you telling him to or prompting him. If you can do that, you get to live happily ever after.”

“I thought it was always a kiss?” I smirk, mocking her little joke.

“With all you indecent women now a days, a kiss is not enough. You could just run around kissing every man you see and where’s the fun there?”

“I’d say kissing a bunch of men could be fun.”

“But not productive. Are you interested in my deal or not?”

“What happens after a year, if Mr. Right doesn’t say he loves me?”

“Then you spend a year in my service. Don’t worry about that too much, I’m a delightful boss.”

“And who exactly are you?”

“I’m The God Mother. Like I said, I can make all your dreams come true.”

“Why do I get the feeling you can make my nightmares come true too?” I looked her dead in the eye and she just laughed. A year in her service, what did that mean?

“Honestly honey, what do you have to lose?”

Her comment caught me off guard. My life was all about my career and that had lost its appeal years ago. I was just going through the motion of life at this point and I was tired. She was right, I didn’t’ have anything to lose. “Fine, why not? I think you are full of shit, but Mr. Right, here I come.”