The Single Lady Spy Series Boxset

by Tara Brown

  Servario appeared remarkably healthy and happy. Not abducted at all. His face was freshly shaved and his hair was chin length now with a rather chic European look. He too looked like a model, maybe a Hugo Boss ad. It was disturbing.

  Steve had fucked me over. That was why he hadn’t fought to come with us.

  Servario had never been taken.

  It was hard to ignore how undeniably stunning he was from every angle as he crossed the wide room. As was the girl he was escorting.

  I didn’t know what to think or say or do. I stood in my disguise, feeling completely exposed, my heart falling onto the carpet in front of me. In fact, I might’ve heard the sound of it hitting the floor.

  Servario was fine.

  He was totally fine.

  This was a trap.

  We had been lured.

  He hadn't killed James.

  He'd sent Steve.

  We were hooked.

  Just as my panic attack was about to reach an unbearable level, the worst thing I could imagine limped past me.

  James walked with a cane, smoking a cigar and escorting a beautiful brunette. They strolled nonchalantly into the back room. The trail of smoke and my trembling lip were the only evidence they had been there.

  I bent to adjust my shoe, whispering in Coop's ear. “Servario and James are both here.” The words left my lips so softly I doubted he heard me.

  He was laughing with the lady next to him as his back straightened and he glanced about. “Where?”

  I tilted my head toward the back of the room.

  He could see me in his peripheral.

  My heart was in my throat. I was never going to come down from the anxiety attack I was silently having. A thousand things roamed my brain but the fact that I’d let Servario fuck me rotted me. It was joined by the mocking inside my head that said, he had literally fucked me—he and my husband. They had both strolled past me with a bevy of babes and a cocky grin. Neither having a care in the world.

  From the looks of it, I certainly wasn’t on the list of things either gave a shit about.

  How the hell would I finish the night of being Coop's Barbie bitch with the two of them here? I couldn’t. I leaned over. “I need to use the ladies’ room.”

  Coop clutched my arm and growled, “Stay here. You can go when I tell you to.”

  I froze, not sure how to take bossy, asshole Coop in public.

  The lady next to him gave him a look and then me. She seemed intrigued. “Why don’t you let her go and let me stay with you?”

  He didn’t stop grabbing my arm but turned to face her. “She’s my good luck.”

  The lady nodded. “I see. What makes her so special? Maybe I could be your good luck.”

  I almost laughed as she proved his whole point about women being predictable and only liking men who were assholes. He was being a jerk and the lady was throwing herself at him.

  Coop played three more hands, winning a large sum of money, before a man in a suit came to him and asked if he wanted to play in the back room. He answered with a nod. The lady gave him another kiss, slipping him her number. I pretended I didn’t see, but she smirked at me, happy I saw.

  I followed him like a fucking fuck doll to the back room. When he walked in, he smiled at Servario who nearly choked on his cigar. He saw me, but he didn’t recognize me. His eyes were back on Coop.

  James didn’t know Coop, which was weird since they were both CI. He didn’t notice Servario nearly having a stroke. Coop smiled at them all. “Thanks for inviting me to the game, gentlemen.”

  The men at the table nodded at him but eyeballed me. I felt like I was on fire or under a microscope. Servario didn’t look at me again. He nodded across the table to Coop. “What's your name?”

  “Jon.” Coop smiled brightly. “Jon Rinaldi, from Canada.”

  “Welcome.” Servario smiled back with the cigar between his teeth. “What brings you to Rome, Jon?”

  James gave Servario a weird look. I almost gagged, being so near them both.

  “Tourists.” Coop shrugged. “My friend Steve said I had to see it. Me and my lady are on our honeymoon. Thought we’d stop in and play a bit of cards.”

  Servario's women were sitting on a couch off to the side. He motioned at it. “You realize your lady cannot stand behind you?”

  Coop replied, “I know. I just need my good-luck kiss, boys.” He turned and grabbed me. His lips pressed against mine. I wanted to fight but I didn’t. I let him kiss me like he was made to. And he did.

  His lips slid against mine as his hand lifted me from its placement on the small of my back. I moaned ever so slightly into the kiss as he pressed my giant breasts into his chest.

  Normally, I would’ve swooned over a kiss like that, had I not already been in heart failure. He let me go, wiping my lipstick from his lips and pointed at the couch. “Have a seat, baby.”

  “Okay.” I fought my wobbling legs as I strolled over, ready to bolt from the room. What the hell was going on? I caught Servario's eyes in my peripheral. He looked like he might bite his cigar in half. Did he recognize me?

  I sat with the other bimbos and avoided everyone's eyes. I looked like a stripper.

  The game started but I ignored it. I listened to the idle conversation of the bimbos and my own heartbeat.

  I was getting tired which was a bad thing. As the night wore on, I became less and less scared of the room full of murderers, liars, and anal-sex lovers.

  Stifling a yawn, I noticed Coop's massive pile of chips was almost gone. The hand ended and I got a bit excited that we might be able to leave and do our jobs from the shadows, like we were meant to. He slammed his hand down on the table. Servario smiled. “You have many tells, my friend.”

  “I know.” Coop laughed. “I do. My poker club back home is always telling me that.”

  Servario spoke to the few men who were left, “Should we allow borrowing in the game?”

  The other men seemed hesitant. Coop appeared ready to say no, but he stopped himself. Servario continued, “Fine, next hand you offer what you think is fair and we shall decide.”

  The cards were dealt.

  Everyone put in.

  Coop had just enough for the ante. His lips twisted into a grin. He gave me a smile. It was the smile I hated. It was evil and devious, and usually involved me being sacrificed in some way. I sat back and watched him.

  One of the bimbos leaned over. “Your husband is gorgeous.”

  “Right,” I agreed. “Lucky thing. He has a really tiny penis.” His cheeks turned red from reading my lips. She made a face but I continued, “God is fair, ya know? Hot guy, little dick. It always works out that way.”

  She sighed. “That always happens. It sucks. Only the skinny ones and ugly ones have great dicks.” She nodded at Servario. “His is pretty decent but he's weird. The other guy is shit though.” I realized she was talking about James. I laughed. “Oh really?” God, didn't I know that.

  “Oh so bad. He has no idea.” She didn’t need to tell me.

  “That sucks. You must be getting compensated though. Eh?” I laughed harder, throwing in a little Canadian for the girls.

  Servario's eyes shot up. He knew it was me, maybe.

  Was my laugh my tell?

  Shit.

  He seemed suspicious, at the very least. So I did the thing I thought was the least like me. I smiled at him as if we’d met up at a grocery store.

  James was oblivious to everything. Looking at him, I barely recognized him either. He was a stranger to me. I wasn’t even sad, sitting so close to him. I was savagely angry and desperate to carve his eyes out, but it had to be the right moment. We needed his boss and his connections. The card game was not the right moment. We just had to get out of there alive, though I didn’t understand why we were there. I didn’t see the point. It seemed like an awful idea to out our presence to Servario and James.

  One sentence shot out into the calm of low voices they spoke in, “I bet a night with my wife
, Kim.”

  My eyes lifted and my jaw dropped, but Coop eyed me with daggers.

  My heart tried to crawl through my massive water bra. At the table of men each got a naughty look on his face, even James. How disappointing for him if he won. God, please let him win so I can murder him and not relive the sad version of our old sex life.

  The bimbo next to me leaned in. “At least you'll be getting a big cock for the night if the dark-haired guy wins.”

  “Yeah.” I stared blankly at the possible suspects, trying not to care that she had slept with Servario. I forced myself to be angrier with Coop. He was all about the job, that much was obvious. He was doing his job. Not that I understood the point in selling me out for a night. He better have a royal flush.

  Shit.

  The hand was played out when Coop called. Everyone lowered their hands. Servario had a full house and was in the lead. Coop lowered his cards, two pairs.

  Two pairs?

  He had offered me up for two pairs.

  Coop got up and walked over to me as everyone else shook Servario's hand and laughed. James gave me a nod of approval and slapped his hand on Servario's back. I was about to cry and run from the building.

  Coop kissed me on the cheek. “Find out what the fuck we need to do next.”

  “No,” I protested. “He's with James. Did you know they’d be here?”

  “Of course. The stamp on the note for this hotel was pretty obvious.” He kissed my cheek and let Servario walk over to us, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “This is my wife, Kim.”

  Servario took my hand in his. “I am Gustavo. It is lovely to meet you, Kim.” He handed Coop a card. “See you tomorrow at that address.”

  Coop leaned in, whispering something. Servario nodded. “I am always a gentleman, sir.”

  I almost rolled my eyes but that would’ve been too obvious. I glared at Coop. “See you tomorrow, Jon.”

  “Of course you will.” He gave me a reassuring stare. “I'll miss you all night, baby.” He leaned over and kissed me again, with as much fervor as last time. I let him again. James had been walking over as Coop was about to do it and turning away from a kiss would’ve made me instantly recognizable to him.

  Coop turned and exited the room as James and Servario spoke to each other in hushed tones. Were they discussing me? Did James know who I was? Was Servario telling him? My heart was pounding. Servario patted James on the arm and turned, taking my hand and pulling me along. “Shall we, my dear?”

  As we crossed the floor, I peered up at him. “I need to use the ladies’ room.”

  “Of course you do.” The way he said it told me he for sure knew it was me.

  Inside the bathroom, Coop sat on the counter, grinning. “That was some turn of events.”

  I tossed my purse at him. “Fuck you, Coop. How did you know I’d go to the bathroom?”

  “You’re getting good at this shit again, Evie. Calm down and think slowly about it all.”

  “No!” I pointed back at the door. “If he knows it's me, which he undoubtedly does, I’m going to be put in a very compromising situation.”

  He rolled his eyes. “This is a job—you see that, right? You aren’t being whored out, Evie. You never were. Just say no. He knows who you are. I watched him recognize you when you laughed. You're fucking lucky James didn’t. So you get your ass back out there and find out what the hell is going on, and do your job. That doesn’t mean sleeping with him.” He winked. “Rarely am I forced to seduce a woman to hold my cover.”

  “I hate you.” I leaned against the door. “I don’t know what to do. How do I get him to tell me and not have sex with him?”

  “Might be hard.” He shrugged but there was something in his eyes. “I don't know. Just do your job, Evie.”

  “I’m onto you, Coop.” I could’ve choked him. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You were hoping I’d end up back with him, and I would just do our job for us like last time. I get screwed over again and you get the credit.”

  He smiled wide. “It makes it so much easier when the answers just fall into our laps. Right now we need to know why he isn’t in hiding, why he’s with James, if he’s on our side, and why James is still alive. I'm beginning to think he’s a clone or a robot. That fucker doesn't die.”

  “Oh my God, I’m going to be sick,” I groaned into my hands. “I hate you. I fucking hate you and the way you do shit and not tell me what we're doing.”

  He chuckled. “I'm senior officer.”

  I lifted my flushed face and growled, “Yes, sir. You are senior officer. But not for long, little Cooper. I’ll be back in the fucking saddle in no time. I am senior to you, no matter what.”

  “All I heard was ‘sir.’” He hooted. “I like it when you call me sir.” His eyes changed for a second as they filled with real humor and charm. “Get over here and kiss your husband goodbye.”

  “Are you high?”

  "High is more fun." He tilted his head.

  “Tonight, I want you to dream about how my nights going and”—I shoved him—“go fuck yourself. Tomorrow, you better be at the spot to pick me up. Not like last time.”

  He hauled me back into him and wrapped his arms around me. “I'll be there, Evie. I think we should play dress up with the wig later.”

  “Screw you.” I pulled back. “It's not your color.”

  “I think I'd look pretty sexy as a blonde. The bra worries me though.” He kissed the top of my head, still jovial. “Be safe. Jack is tracking you, don’t worry.”

  “Ha!” I spun on my heel and strode away from him. “Famous last words as far as this team is concerned.”

  Servario stood outside the ladies’ room smiling. “You ready to go then?”

  “Yes.” I gave him a sour look. “Of course. I'd hate for you to have any of your time wasted.”

  He winked. “Girl after my own heart.” He grabbed my hand, squeezing too hard and walking too fast, dragging me in my heels.

  James was gone, as far as I could see.

  When we got to the elevator, Servario stopped. He seemed on edge. I was unsure what to do.

  Did I tell him I was Evie, or simply assume he knew, or let it ride as Kim? Was he going to fuck me?

  The elevator dinged and Servario pulled me inside with a jerk. Inside, he didn’t molest me. He didn’t move beyond pressing the very last number. He stood, focusing on the numbers or the little bit of his reflection he could see in the metal strip in front of him.

  My nerves were shot as each number changed. I wrestled between punching him in the face and jumping him as we got halfway up the building, but I reminded myself he had conned me using Steve and was friends with James. He was a bad man. Even my vagina was shaking her damned head and voting for the punch in the face.

  Finally, we got to his floor.

  I exhaled as he dragged me out and down to the single door on the floor. He produced a keycard, swiped, and opened the door fluidly. I was swept inside as he closed the door and dragged me to the sitting room. He pointed at the view. “Lovely, isn’t it?”

  “Yes.” I nodded slowly, unsure of what we were doing.

  He walked past me to the kitchen. The suite was insane as they always were with him. He brought me an icy flute of champagne and took my hand in his. “There is something I want to show you. There’s a reason this is my favorite hotel.”

  He pulled me into the next room which was a full living room. It was huge—billiards table, couches, massive TVs, and a bar.

  He drank back his champagne and dropped to his knees, pushing me against the billiards table.

  He lifted my dress, pulling my panties to the side and licking my slit. I gasped, startled and unsure of what to do. He sucked my clit and flicked it and the war was won.

  I leaned back on the billiards table, clutching the flute as he slid a massive finger inside me, sucking and stroking my clit with his tongue while swirling and pumping his finger in and out of me.

  In the silence of the room, I made
the weird sound only he made me make. He increased the pace, sliding a second finger in and licking faster.

  My mouth hung open, my flute dropped to the floor below, smashing as my legs nearly buckled and I orgasmed in waves all over his tongue and finger.

  Abruptly, he stood and flipped me onto my belly. He pulled my ass back, positioning it.

  His buckle rattled and his pants dropped.

  A foil packet—a condom? That was new but welcomed.

  There was no warning as his erection slid between my lips, plunging into me. I cried out as he bent over my body. “As I recall, Evie, you do like to be fucked on billiards tables.” Pain was everywhere as he ripped the wig from my head. “I have a deep dislike for blondes, Evie. You should know this.”

  His body invaded mine, spreading and thrusting, jolting and rubbing. I moaned into the felt as he shortened his strides, rubbing the head of his cock back and forth on my G-spot in short jerks.

  He dragged my hair out of its ponytail while grabbing a fistful of it right at the good spot. He pulled my head back, causing me to clench down on him, squeezing to make more contact.

  He grunted and pushed my face into the scratchy felt as he thrust all the way in, driving home his dominance over me. He pumped several times before finishing. I was still waiting for my orgasm when I realized he was done. With the condom on, I didn’t realize it was over until he was slumped over me.

  He started to laugh. “Goddamn, I missed you.”

  “I didn’t miss you.” It was a lie, but I left it out there anyway as I breathed into the felt and tried to gain some idea of what was happening.

  He got off me, letting me get a full breath. I walked awkwardly to the couch, trying to adjust all my clothing. I sat, stunned and confused. He was dressed and playing with his phone, ignoring me.

  Disgusted with myself, I glanced at the wig on the floor as I absentmindedly ran my fingers over the subtle bumps on my cheeks from my felt burn.

  “Tell me why you’re here.”

  “Why is James alive?" I asked harshly.

  "You first." His gaze suggested I play along, or else.

  "Fine.” I swallowed hard and told him the story. He listened, seemingly aggravated, but keeping it under the surface. I finished and he was already dialing a number.