Dangerous Liaisons: Bound To Serve

by Honey Jans

  "Yes? Mr. Kahn, how was your fishing charter?"

  "He what?” she said, with a screech.

  "No, of course I didn't give Jason Welch permission to rent a boat and intrude on your charter. The marina was supposed to be closed. I'm not that stupid. Did Wetzel come through, and our special guest arrive?"

  "Good, at least that went as planned. Don't worry about Jason Welch; I'll deal with him tonight."

  Bridget froze as Lola hung up the phone and stood up. Condor was in deep trouble, and so was she if she got caught hiding in her bathroom. Lola turned and cast a questioning look around the room. Bridget stood still in the shadows fearing exposure as Lola's gaze swept past her. A tap on the door saved her.

  Lola turned to look at the door, barking out, “Who is it?"

  "Marci,” a light female voice said, adding, “Miz Lola, the manager would like to see you."

  "Thanks, Marci,” Lola said, giving her computer screen a slow considering look, and then switching it off. “See to it that my office is swept clean. You know what I mean."

  "Yes, ma'am,” Marci said, bowing her head.

  Lola smiled, and gave Marci's bare breast a tweak before she left the room.

  "Tonight. My quarters at midnight; he'll be there."

  Bridget watched the scene. So Lola swung both ways. And just who was the ‘he’ she planned to entertain? She waited a moment after Lola walked away to make sure the coast was clear before exiting the powder room. She had to warn Condor, and try to do damage control.

  Chapter 9

  Condor was walking away from the dock when he saw Bridget rushing toward their bungalow. He looked at his diver's watch. She was half an hour early by Lola's master schedule. Judging by the high color on her cheeks, something disastrous had happened. Had she run into James? It would explain her agitation. He changed direction and headed down the flagstone path to intercept her. Her eyes narrowed as she caught sight of him.

  "There's trouble,” she said with a frown.

  "I know it,” he said in a clipped voice, silencing her with a look. He didn't want anyone overhearing this. His hand clamped around her upper arm as he force-marched her to the beach.

  "But,” she said, with a gasp. “We don't have time for a swim. This is important..."

  "Not another word,” he said in a low tone. “You're early, Star. Either you're Mistress Lola's prize pupil let out early for good behavior, or you're playing hooky.” He didn't miss her guilty blush. Damn it what is she up to now?

  "I don't need Blowjob 101,” she snapped back. “I'm a big girl, I know where it goes and what to do with it, wouldn't you say?"

  His cock twitched as he recalled her lips closing over him in the shower. She definitely didn't need lessons, but that wasn't the point. Keeping Lola mollified so he could do his job was. “Need I remind you that we both have a role to play,” he said as they set foot on the white sand beach. He looked out at the blue waters, feeling his serenity restored, and took a deep breath. “At any rate, you're just in time for a skinny dip."

  "We really don't have time for this,” she said, dragging her feet. “Aren't you worried about sharks?"

  "Yeah,” he said, casting a wary glance around the mostly deserted, white sand beach. A few other couples lay on blankets, and played in the surf. He discounted them as harmless. “Speaking of sharks, I met a few today. But I think I can hold my own with the predators of the deep."

  Her eyes narrowed as she gazed at him. “That bad, huh? Well it's about to get worse. Lola is on to you."

  Condor's eyes narrowed. He'd expected the shit to hit the fan, just not this soon. Oh well, it couldn't be avoided. He pulled Bridget's caftan off. She let out a little shriek of annoyance that made him smile. She still had the power to amuse him.

  "Strip me,” he ordered, watching Bridget scowl. “Now."

  She closed the distance between them and started unbuttoning his Hawaiian shirt. “You're taking this role too far."

  "You don't say,” he said, seeing her nipples bud. He stood still as she tugged his shirt off, and then saw Lola standing by the pool, watching them. “Don't look now, but we've got an audience."

  Bridget frowned. “Let me demonstrate what I learned in class,” Bridget said loudly, dropping to her knees in the sand. She smiled and used her teeth to unsnap and unzip his shorts. He groaned when he saw the sultry look in Bridget's eyes. They had gone way past playacting, for both of them. She tugged his shorts down, and he sprang out, hot and heavy before her. A look told him Lola was satisfied and heading back to the spa. “She's gone,” he said.

  "Who cares?” she said, as her tongue flicked. Her mouth opened and she took his cock inside, suckling him.

  Condor groaned at the damp heat of her mouth as she pleasured him. But he couldn't let her. He had the mission to think of ... things he had to say. She sucked his balls and he groaned, bracing his legs. She smiled up at him, a sultry smile.

  "By golly, it works."

  He growled and pulled her off the sand and into his arms.

  "Wrap your legs around me.” He scooped her up and waded into the surf with her. She let out a cry of surprise, then closed her mouth.

  When they came to the surface, she sputtered, “Not funny, Con—"

  He stifled her words with a kiss. After he'd kissed her thoroughly, he swam a little farther out with her. She clung to him, nervously.

  "Don't tell me you can't swim."

  "I passed the water safety course at Delta Star."

  "Which means you can tread water fully dressed, for five minutes.” His arms tightened around her as he easily held her afloat, and was pleased to feel her relax. “Don't worry, I've got you."

  He looked at her worried. Did she know about James? He didn't see any evasion in her eyes, just concern. “Tell me what happened."

  "Lola knows that you crashed Kahn's charter. He called her, furious. She's pissed and suspicious."

  "Is that all?"

  "No that's not all,” she said, annoyed. “Lola has dossiers on all the guests, right down to sexual kinks, blackmail info, and what kind of cereal they like. Yours, I'm afraid, is pretty far-fetched. You're a yachter, own a string of seedy costal hotels, and your favorite kink is anal sex."

  "All true, and they're retro, not seedy.” He flexed his hands, squeezing her ass. “The favorite kink is kind of true. I like anal sex as much as the next guy. I find blending reality with my cover stories lends them a ring of reality."

  She moaned when his strong hands squeezed her ass, forgetting all about the chest-high surf. Condor was seriously rocking her world. She arched her pussy against him. “Then why haven't you taken me that way?"

  "Do you want me to?” he asked, nibbling her nape.

  She whimpered, saying, “You know that I do."

  "Stop that,” he scolded. “How do you know all this, Kitten? Have you been snooping again?"

  "No. I've been doing my job. Just like you,” she said, remembering the call Lola had taken about his activities. “I hacked Lola's files while they were teaching us Blowjob 101. I sent them to Delta Star's database in Langley."

  "You broke into her office! I ordered you not to do anything that stupidly reckless."

  She nipped his earlobe in retribution, making him growl. “Ordered me? You're starting to believe you are my master. I'm still an agent, even if I am only your pretend sex toy."

  Condor stiffened his muscles, going rock-hard at the reminder that she wasn't really his. Hearing it put into words hit him hard and low. Hell, after learning that her ex was alive and breathing, she wouldn't be. James had to be working for the enemy. Which side would she come down on?

  "You could have been caught, woman."

  She bit her lip. “I almost was."

  "What?” He braced himself rigidly as she delivered the news.

  "Lola came along unexpectedly and I had to hide in the bathroom. I overheard the phone call about you. It set off warning bells with whomever she reports to."

  This
got more convoluted by the minute, and the idea of Bridget in danger scared the hell out of him. “You're not to do any more investigating, you hear?"

  "I hear perfectly well, and I'll use my own judgment.” She glared up at him, gasping as her breasts brushed against his chest. “I was just doing my job."

  "No, you weren't.” He frowned at her, her stiff nipples burning into him, arousing him. “I'm team leader, and I told you to stay out of it."

  "Like hell I will!” She wiggled in his arms and succeeded in thrusting their groins together.

  Condor groaned as their bodies collided, his throbbing cock nestling against her hot pussy. He held her still, so she'd stop tantalizing him. “There's something you should know."

  "What?"

  "I saw James. He was on the yacht."

  She smiled, shaking her head. “Boy, the paranoia is catching."

  "Then you've seen him, too. You knew he was here."

  "Of course not. I thought I heard his voice. But I know it couldn't have been him. It's just coming so close to his killer that's got us seeing and hearing things. James was a hero, and now he's dead."

  "No. He was a double agent, who was about to get taken down when he allegedly died in that bombing. They never found the body."

  "How dare you? Those were only unsubstantiated rumors. You've no proof."

  "Honey, I've seen his file. The director had suspicions, but didn't press them because of you."

  "What are you saying?"

  "You went off the deep end—"

  "I did not.” She sniffed. “I felt responsible. He can't be alive. It means he's—"

  "Turned rogue."

  She sobbed, and Condor held her. “I can't believe I wasted six years grieving over that bastard."

  "They weren't a waste; they've turned you into what you've become."

  "A computer with regulation one-inch high heels and a business suit."

  "No, a hell of an agent,” he said with heat, “and a warm passionate woman in my arms."

  She sniffed. “You really think so?"

  He nodded, studying her mouth. “You've got me so tied up in knots I don't know whether to paddle you or fuck you half the time,” he said, looking deep into her defiant green eyes. They softened and heated up at his words.

  "Why don't you do both?” she said, with a smile.

  He groaned as she positioned herself over his cock and he surged into her, knowing he was lost, putty in her sexy hands. Gripping her luscious ass, he surged into her again and again, knowing it might be his last time. Her cunt tightened on him, milking his thrusting cock as she clung to him, sobbing with pleasure. He surged hard into her, and she came, screaming. He came hard and high inside her.

  "I'll contact Frost, and tell him we've been had. Get an extraction team in early. We can claim we broke up. Lola will like that."

  "No shit. I've seen the way that man-eater eyes you. I'm not going anywhere."

  "You don't have that option anymore. You're too good an agent to let the mission fail because of personal problems. James will make you the minute he sets eyes on you."

  "He's been keeping scarce for a reason. I doubt we'll cross paths, and even if we did, he probably wouldn't recognize me. I've changed my hair, gotten more toned."

  "I can't risk it."

  She saw Lola waiting on the sand for them, and groaned. “I don't think you have much choice."

  "Crap,” Condor said, disengaging their bodies underwater. He set Bridget on her feet, holding her steady. “Let me handle this."

  "You've got it,” Bridget said, willing to back off in this instance. She was still shaken by the news that James was alive, had lied to her and turned traitor.

  Condor strode from the water, through the surf, pulling Bridget behind him. He shielded her with his body, scooped up her caftan, and tossed it to her. “Did you want something, Lola?"

  "What kind of crap are you trying to pull, Welch?"

  "Trying to pull?” he asked, striding up to her, nude.

  Bridget watched Lola ogle his nude form, the droplets coursing down his tight body, and growled low in disfavor. She didn't like the devil woman eyeing her man like he was available.

  Lola frowned. “Why is it she's playing hooky, and you're renting boats? Something about it doesn't add up."

  Condor stopped in front of her and lowered his head in acknowledgment. “Sorry. I was so fed up with Star after the stunt she pulled last night, I felt the need for some time apart to think. I've always felt at home on the water, and knew it would give me the privacy I needed to come to a difficult decision. As a matter of fact ... we're..."

  "Getting back together,” Bridget said, stepping up between them to separate them. “I ditched class early because I wanted to kiss and make-up. The new techniques you taught gave me ideas for how to make amends. I'm sorry I broke the rules again, ma'am."

  Bridget sank to her knees in the sand. She cast a furtive glance up at Lola, noting that the woman was startled, but unconvinced. “If you'll both forgive me, I'd like to stay."

  Lola gave her a frown. “You're saying that you've learned your lesson?"

  "Yes, ma'am,” Bridget said, nodding her head. “Try me. Put me to the test. That is, if Jason is willing to overlook my unruly behavior.” She cast a sidelong look at Condor and saw his grudging amusement and frustration. She'd neatly maneuvered him into an untenable position, but she couldn't let go of this mission, not when she was so close to closure, and not when there was unfinished business with James.

  "And what do you say, Jason?” Lola asked, looking carefully at Condor.

  "What can I say, Lola?” he said, cupping Bridget's cheek. “I've a weakness for the redheaded brat. I tend to spoil her."

  "Fine,” Lola said, with a sigh. “I'll give her one more chance for your sake. She can serve drinks at the mixer tonight. If she can make it through the night without further incident, I'll let you stay."

  "Don't worry, Lola. I'll keep her in line, even if that means keeping her shackled in our bungalow for the remainder of our stay.” Condor reached for Bridget's arm, hauling her to her feet.

  Bridget growled at the threat, as Condor's hand tightened on her arm.

  "Yes, ma'am. I'll serve drinks with my master's permission, and I'll try to behave.” She cast a glance at Condor to see irritation in his gaze. There'd be hell to pay later. She didn't care; she'd keep on task and James’ ass was hers. She'd bring him in as well as Perez.

  * * * *

  Bridget walked to the bungalow ahead of Condor. She knew that he was still pissed off that she'd played up to Lola and was probably plotting his revenge. He'd call Frost and try to take her out, but there had to be another way. She spun around to confront him before they reached the bugged bungalow. “We need to talk."

  The hot, yet furious look he swept over her nude body told her all she needed to know. His mind was made up.

  "There's nothing left to say,” he said. “We've both made our stands. All that's left is for me to plan your exit strategy.” He reached beyond her to open the door.

  She let out a frustrated snort. The man could be such a hard ass. Before he could get past her to open the door, she went up on tiptoe to kiss him, trusting him to catch her as she went off-balance. His strong arms came around her as he caught her, and he growled, pulling her tightly into him. His unyielding lips softened under hers, and he kissed her back. She moaned, tasting him as his tongue claimed her mouth, her body instantly flaring with heat. He broke the kiss to nibble her ear, and whisper, “You're trying to take over, allowing your personal feelings to get in the way. I can't let you do that. I'm calling Frost tonight. I'll give your apologies to Lola; tell her we couldn't work it out and I sent you away. She'll buy that."

  "Hell, she'll eat it up, lover,” she spat, not bothering to hide her jealousy. Condor's startled look made her want to brain him. The bigger they were, the dumber they were. Didn't he know she was already crazy about him? “I'm just trying to play my role, partner. You
're the one who's letting his emotions get in the way of the mission. Let me stay and I'll be your perfect submissive, I promise."

  "Yeah right,” he said with a smirk. “You can't pass the physical."

  "So I've been a little feisty. It's not fair for you to pull me,” she said, pressing closer and licking his earlobe. His shudder made her smile.

  Condor thrust her away, saying, “Damn it all, can't you see this isn't because I doubt your abilities? I don't want you hurt. And after telling you about James being in the vicinity, I'm surprised you want to stay.” He frowned, adding, “Unless you're still hung up on him."

  Bridget was shocked by the comment and the fact that he was bothered by her possible love for the other man. Could it be that Condor really cares? His reaction told her he did. But the fact that he had doubts bothered her. “That died long ago,” she said softly, expecting a pang of loss to sweep over her—surprised when it didn't. “I can finally move on with my life. All I want to do is bring him to justice."

  He gave her a steady look then shook his head. “Damn it all, I shouldn't allow this. I can't stand the thought of you in the line of fire."

  Bridget melted against him, stunned by his words. She'd guessed that he'd cared, but not to this extent. “I'm honored that you're worried about me."

  "Don't be,” he growled. “It makes me a damned poor agent."

  "It makes you human, Condor. I feel the same about you. If Lola makes another move on you, I'll be overwhelmed with the need to scratch her eyes out. At least we've got each other's backs. And we're the entire back up we need. You told me James is on another island, so the possibility of running into him is nil. There's no reason for me to leave. Don't send me away.” She shuddered as Condor muttered something dark and dangerous, scooped her up in his arms, then carried her into the bungalow. Bridget clung to him, hanging suspended for a moment. Their eyes met, and she was lost. “I'll be good, I promise."

  "I'm holding you to that pledge,” he said, kicking open the door and carrying her inside. He set her down in the middle of the floor. “We need to get you ready for the party. Go fetch the Dangerous Liaisons bag."