By
Steph
Chapter Seven
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The black Jaguar pulled up alongside the curb. "Get in." Fouchon's tone held a hint of
authority as eyed the expressionelss Van Cleaf. Pik did not hesitate and seated his
rather tall frame into the small car. Fouchon sped off down the street and into the still
darkened morning.
Isabelle gradually opened her eys. She felt wonderful. The events of last nights encounter
were still vivid in her mind. She streched and pulled the sheet closer to her
nude body.
She was completely relaxed and she felt absolutely heavenly. Isabelle smiled and closed
her eyes once again. She could see him clearly as if he was lying beside her now. She could
still feel him. Those dark mysterious eyes and his warm manly form made her
crave him even now.
His strong and capable hands carressing her body and exploring uncharted territory.
Isabelle had been with men before, she was certainly no innocent. But never like this man
and never had she expierenced this degree of pleasure.She truly felt as if they were one.
Isabelle laughed out loud. Again she had been in his presence and not even a hint of
who he was, or even what his name was ! "Oh God!" She laughed wickedly.
Who could think when a man like that was before her, she could barely form a single
coherent thought when he was in the vicinity. Perhaps he would reveal himself in good
time. He must have his reasons and although she wanted to know more about him, she
would not pressure him in anyway. Afterall, she didn't even know when she would see him again.
Isabelle finally decided to get out of bed and shower.
As the hot water beaded over her skin, she imagined his hands upon her. He was
amazingly gentle but it was obvious he was totally in control. She was completely in
love with a man, and she didn't even know his name.
Many hours later Isabelle found herself seated across from a most inquisitive Mary.
"Who is he ?" Mary grinned knowing that the change in her friend had to be from a man.
Isabelle pondered for a moment.
"Oh Mary, it's just to early to be telling you anything. Besides, he's a very private man."
Isabelle grinned at her own statement. Private indeed. They had barely carried on a conversation
since she had met this dark stranger. It seems very little words were needed.
"Oh Alright. I just hope things work out much better than with Rob. I still feel terrible
about that. Have you forgiven me ?" Isabelle placed her hand over Mary's.
"Of course I have Mary. You had no idea about Rob's ulterior motives. It's best
forgotten" Mary seemed relieved.
"I mean I had no idea he turned out to be such a ...a....Redneck kind of fellow" Mary added.
"Oh yes, I almost forgot to tell you, We have another woman starting this afternoon.
Erica Randall. I just know you'll like her " Isabelle smiled. Certainly Mary had better
taste in employees then blind dates. Isabelle's thought's trailed
off into more pleasant areas as she begun what would surely be a long day at work.
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Fouchon poured himself some fine imported Italian liquor and seated himself across
from the silent Van Cleaf.
"Is there something you wish to share with me ?" Fouchon questioned in a curious tone.
He did not want to come across with his true feelings of resentment.
Pik choose his words carefully. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground and he
would not endanger her, even for Fouchon.
"Nothing that we need to discuss." Pik answered watching his Partner drink down the
Liquor in one fluid swallow.
"I'm afraid it is." It was clear that Fouchon was not going to let the matter rest. Pik
fell silent once again, the interesting lines of his handsome face, revealing nothing.
"If you endanger our operation in any way, I have no choice but to inquire into the matter."
Fouchon eyed his capable man.
"The matter has been laid to rest. Do not concern yourself." Pik did not get angry,
afterall he was a proffesional. But this protective role he was playing, was something
new and quite possible dangerous to all parties involved.
Pik stood and strolled from the room without a backwards glance. He had to ready his
weapons for tonight's hunt. Yes, perhaps this hunt would keep his mind from wandering
back to her and her soft and supple body. A body that molded and melted into his as if
they had been one at creation then somehow seperated.
They way she responded to his touch, his kiss, his mere presence, was like nothing he
had ever encountered before. Pik lay a vast array of weapons out in front of him on
the long table. His slender hands reached for and picked up a Browning pump action shotgun.
The steel was cold as he slid the large shotgun shells into the barrel.
Yes, he enjoyed his weapons immensley. With expert skill he cocked the weapon and
a smile crossed over his handsome features and he went on to the next instrument of
death.