by Kris Buendía
“Says the expert” I growl.
“Let`s see...Dr. Heart now that you have interrupted my therapy session tell me why I`m pathetic. “
I pierce her with my eyes and I`ve managed to leave her speechless. Yes, I do have that effect sometimes and this is no exception. She likes what she sees, and even though I hate to admit it, I like what I see too.
I touch my messy hair because I have a hard on and I pierce her again with my eyes.
“You`ve gone speechless” I take a zip of my drink and I go on” You are pathetic ever since the moment you are alone, in a bar late at night and you are telling your life story to a stranger, no matter if somebody else is listening in. I take it back, you are not only pathetic, you are irresponsible, apart from being pretty drunk, and that is even more dangerous to others than yourself.
She opens her eyes as wide as possible.
“What the fuck do you know? Have you been swindled by love?
“If I have been what? “ He seems confused.
“ SWINDLED.”
“By who? “ He asks again.
“ By who else, Love!”
I look at the guy in the bar. He doesn`t seem to understand her either.
“And how is that possible?”
She sighs defeated and now takes my drink because hers is empty and she just vomited the truth. I allow her and I put my hand in my chin. Waiting for the cruelty of having to hear her bubble. And we stay for a moment looking at each other.
“Easy, they break your heart.”
That is enough, I take my drink from her hands and I take it to my mouth. I feel her taste and if I already had a hard on, now desperation may take its toll.
“Well I have been hoaxed too” I confess.
“Really?”
My laughter is the only one that is heard, I see the surprise in her face. What the hell is she thinking? I don`t believe in that crazy theory. She gets up pissed off and tumbles for a second.
“You are moving my floor Dr. Idiot.”
Dr. Idiot?
“Crazy lady” I whisper.
She walks and as a reflex I grab her by the waist avoiding something more terrible that listening to her talk.
“I told you, you were a danger. “
“Stop moving my floor and let me go Dr. Strange.”
“My name is Duncan if you ask, so you can leave doctors alone that they are surely not of any specialty you have invented in your head.”
“I´m not interested in knowing you, Dr. DON'T MESS WITH WHAT YOU DON'T CARE.”
Shit. I give up. This woman is crazy.
“Are you always like this? “I ask, still holding her by the waist.”
“Stubborn?”
“Besides stubborn, you are beautiful and funny” the words are easily coming out of my mouth.
“Now you want to pick me up?”
“Pick you up?“ I`m offended “What are you twenty years old to be using those words? What I would do is fuck you hard so you couldn`t leave the house of how sore you would be, so I wouldn`t have to worry about something worse happening to you in the street.”
Finally I`ve made her shut up that pretty little mouth of hers.
“That is what I thought.”
She walks away from me and the son of a bitch inside me tells me to go after her. She cannot leave in that state. And I remind myself that my concern is only as a professional curtesy of keeping her safe.
I go up to where she is after paying for my nightly drink.
“Are you going to drive like that?“ no way I`m going to let her leave in that state. Over my dead body.
“You can leave me alone, no, I don`t have a car, I`m going to get a taxi.”
I would never have guessed that the same woman that looked so shy this morning, now is an insolent irresponsible woman.
“Go and keep enjoying your night, I`m sure you can find another person to mock. “
God dammit, woman!
It`s because of this shit that I`m not in a relationship with anybody. Women and their shitty superpowers rile me up. I see her starting to get dizzy and, besides, she had the courage to get a taxi. I hold her just before she hits the ground, and I place her small head in my chest. She closes her eyes and inhales deeply over my chest.
“Are you smelling me?“ I start laughing once I realize.
“You smell fucking amazing, Duncan. “
“At least you are calling me by my name. “
She gives me a timid smile. I stare at her for a second longer than I should and I find myself carrying her in my arms up to my car.
She will be sorry about this later.
…
Finding her key was easy. She complaints still asleep in my arms and I take her down the hall up to her room. Her apartment looks a lot like mine, size wise but not style wise.
It looks like she did a great job furnishing the place and all. What makes me think that she is not only passing by? Really Senator Miller dared to let her go.
I thought I was the only idiotic man in the planet, but he beats me.
I put Lana down on her bed and the image of her laying there, makes me angry.
“Don`t go” she whispers.”
“What?”
She is really drunk and dreaming. I know for a fact that she doesn`t know I`m her neighbor.
I walk away from the bed and she asks me again, more like begs me this time.
“Please don`t leave me alone.”
Oh, shit baby. You are going to be sorry about this.
“You can`t ask me to stay with you, baby” I mumble and I know she can hear me “I will be your worst nightmare.”
She moves to the side, offering up part of the bed to me. My mind starts to betray me and I think of a nonstop list of things, like maybe she stops breathing in the middle of the night due to the alcohol. I don`t know how much she drunk and I don`t want to.
You are an idiot, Ford.
She begs me again, and I have no other choice but to accept her invitation. I want to believe that it`s for the mission. Even though I`m my own boss. I haven`t given myself the order of spending the night with her, I`m not her fucking babysitter.
I`m the head of the CIA!
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Fighting against my will, I get into bed and she starts moving. With all of her strength, if she has any left. She manages to take off her clothes and now her pants, shirt and jacket are on the floor. She settles in with just her underwear.
This must be a fucking joke.
Before I lose my mind, I close my freaking eyes and I try not to think of how her breast look in that lace bra, or about her gorgeous ass next to me.
CHAPTER
THIRTY
Last night it wasn`t me who got drunk, but somebody else had different plans. Even so, my head is killing me because I couldn`t sleep last night. Lana couldn`t stop complaining while she slept and besides, she started crying and cuddling next to me.
I tried to get out of bed and leave her alone. But when I tried to, she took my arm in hers and didn`t let me.
She is moving right now next to me in bed. I`m going to have some fun with this. When I hear her get out of bed and lock herself in the bathroom, I wait a couple of minutes and I decide to get up as well.
This is ridiculous. My nuts are about to explode and I don`t know if it`s because it`s so early in the morning or because I slept with a beautiful woman next to me half naked and I didn`t touch her.
“No fucking way!“ She screams like a crazy person.
I walk up to the bathroom door and I knock.
“Whoever you are, get out of my house” she says with a shaky voice.
“Whoever I am?“ Now I get exasperated “God dammit, you don`t remember me. Fine, get out of there I`m not going to talk to you through a door.”
“I`m naked” I freaking know that “ You will talk to me here.
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bsp; “No, I won`t Lana. Besides” I take a brief pause “It`s not something I didn`t see last night.”
My provocation works and she opens the door pissed, but when she sees me, and realizes that I`m not a total stranger, she is about to faint again.
She is not very good in remembering people, I wonder if she remembers her husband and know something about him not regarding to his political life.
“Do you remember me?“ I lean against the door frame, she is not the only one wearing few items of clothing. And her eyes tell me she likes what she sees, and I forget one major detail.
My erection.
She blushes like a tomato and I find it funny. This woman is determined to make me laugh, but she won`t be able to.
“I`m sorry” I touch myself without modesty “my mistake and yours for looking like that so early in the morning. “
Her annoyance made her forget that she was only wearing her underwear in front of me and closes the door ashamed.
“Shit!”
I look for my shirt and I put it on at the same time as she gets out of the bathroom.
“Why are you here?“ She grunts at me, she must know that she looks incredibly sexy when she behaves like that.
“I brought you home last night.”
“No, I took a taxi and I came home. I don`t even know you. “
“My name is Duncan, Duncan Ford and you didn`t get into a taxi, you passed out drunk in my arms so I brought you home myself. “
Damn alcohol.
“And how did you know where I lived?”
“Easy” I find it funny that she still doesn`t know “we are neighbors.”
“No! “ She cries out “you are…
“The handsome idiot.”
That look, when everything comes to your head in slow motion is the worse. But she doesn`t have to worry. I`ve been a gentleman, and soon enough she will soon fall at my feet. If she really is a separated woman, nothing will stop me from having my fun and taking her to my bed.
“So...you and me?”
“No, we didn`t have sex if that is what you are worried about. As you can see, I like them wide awake and receptive, you know. “
I wink at her in response and she laughs.
“Don`t you find this whole situation strange?”
That`s it. She is thinking things too much. I finish getting dressed and walk to the door.
“Take care of yourself Lana, and don`t let yourself get deceived. “
“What did you say? “ She seems confused.
“Never mind. “
As soon as I get to my apartment I take a really cold shower. I need it, as I also need to get the scent of her hair off my chest. I can still feel it, so soft and delicate.
Another man in my position would have taken his cock and would end the fucking pain once and for all, but no. I enjoy remembering every second of it. If I touch myself I would regret it. It`s not what I want, and if I have to release my needs, it will be as God intended. She screaming and I pounding at her hard.
When I look at myself in the mirror for the last time I check my suit. It`s time to work. Part of my job is existing next door as well. And shy Lana reappears when she sees me. On the other hand, I stay serious.
“Hi again” She says.
I look at her from head to toe, I forgot she was a doctor. A surgeon to me exact. She looks proud to be one, and I am curious to know more about her.
“Nice outfit. “
We go into the elevator together and I don`t say anything. She stands to the side and I`m sure she is looking at my back. Last night when I carried her in my arms she was sniffing me and on the corner of my eye I can see that she is doing the same.
“Smelling me again?”
What a strange and crazy woman.
My chest pounds and I like every crazy thing she does. I know this woman, I think I do and something doesn`t fit here, I still feel the same. She is shy, she looks unhappy and my instinct, suddenly, is to get close to her. I don`t like that she feels that way, and even less with me.
“Never hide form me, Lana.”
She looks at me, clears her throat and asks:
“How come you were in my bed? “ She changes the subject.
“You begged me to.”
“I can`t believe it, did I really do that?”
“Yes, you said that if I didn`t sleep in your house you were going to go out to the club again, I had to lock the doors and windows, I laid next to you waiting for you to fall asleep, and in the end I fell asleep again.”
Ok, I lied a little bit. I won`t tell her that she only asked a few times and I took advantage of the offer to do my job.
“I don`t know what to say” she says nervously “Thanks Duncan.”
“You are welcome. “
She bites her lower lip like she just figured something out.
“How about if I buy you dinner? Tonight, at my house. “
“Not interested” I hate that she is being easy about things “Don`t feel like you have to. I would have done it for anybody and luckily you were my neighbor. “
“Wow” she says “You really are an idiot.”
“I won`t ask you to get used to it.”
“You are rude, it`s just a meal to start from zero and make up, you are my neighbor after all. I was just being polite. “
The elevator doors open and she is the first one out hitting my arm. Outside is her dark skinned friend, leaning into a car.
“You are going to kill me, but she left this for you at my house” Is the only thing I hear as I`m crossing the street. The first day wasn`t so bad, but last night has fucked up, I don`t know if I can control myself again. I`ve seen her body in lingerie and she is perfect.”
She shouldn`t look like that. She is my target.
She is my mission.
I arrive at the office and I study her profile again.
Doctor.
A doctor shouldn`t look like that and she couldn`t have been cheated by her husband.
I must find out on my own, I must get myself to the hospital with a good reason, something tells me that if she appears to be who I think she is, she will do more than just be in the OR.
…
The blood is dripping from my hand, but I don`t care and even less now that my target is right in front of me. She will definitely make things easy for me. And while the other part of the team does the research in Africa and other people inside the senate, I`m in charge of the most important target.
I don`t know what I was thinking to cut my hand like I did, but now that I see her, it was worth it.
“Sir, please lay down in the stretcher, I will check your hand right away.”
I do as she says. She hasn’t realized yet that the idiot that has the palm of his hand made a mess is me. Until she sees me.
“Duncan” she is startled “Jesus Christ, what happened?”
“I`m an idiot” that is something she already knows. I mean, I didn`t know what I was doing. I wanted to cut some fruit in the office and... The rest, you can see.
“I see” she starts cleaning the wound and it looks to be deep, because it`s starting to hurt.
“I will have to stitch you up, the anesthesia is going to hurt a little bit.”
“Do what you need to do.”
I still insist in that there is something that doesn`t fit here. She doesn`t seem sad, somebody that has just gotten separated should be made a mess. It`s like that for some women, I know because I have broken a few hearts in the past.
I can`t stop looking at her.
This strange feeling I have when I`m near her is starting to piss me off.
I fucking shouldn`t
“If you want me to close up properly you must stop staring at me so much.”
“Why?“ Here we go again “Do I make you nervous?”
“Please” the fact that she rolls her eyes doesn`t serve anything “
Nervous? Of you? Not at all, it`s just I don`t like being stared on.”
“It`s inevitable” As it is a sin. What man would want to look at her? Just look at the way she smiles, the color of her eyes and her thick lips. I never liked woman in uniform, but fuck, she really looks sexy “The problem is that I can’t stop looking at you when you are close to me. “
The needle falls to the ground and I smile to myself, I achieved my objective.
“You are an idiot” she mumbles. I can be an idiot for her, and that drives her crazy.
“I had to make you confident enough in yourself, I`m trusting you with my life.”
She laughs at me.
“It`s just your hand, you`ll be fine, don`t exaggerate.”
She cleans the wound and goes up to the table to get a few instruments. I have stitch up a lot of skins, but this is the first time somebody is going to do it for me. She has the gift of healing. I trust my instinct in that I must be alert of any movement she or her husband might make.
“I will start stitching.”
“Do your job, Dra. Miller.“
That surprises her.”
“How do you know my name? “ I knew she would get offended that way “I mean, my former name, in a short while I will...I mean... Never mind.”
Bingo!
“It`s in your robe”I point with a look and she sees it. “
“Ok. I`m going to start. “
She takes the gloves off when she is finished and I have the first question to ask her so I can read her body language.
“If you are not Dra. Miller, who are you?”
“Dra. Taynor” she hands me her hand introducing herself and I take in in response.
That is when I take control again and bring her close to me.
“Dra. Taynor, I can`t say that it`s been a pleasure, under the circumstances, but I am pleased to know at least, that my neighbor is not crazy.
“Exuse me? “ She is offended “I still don`t know what you do and I must remind you that we slept together and I don`t even know you. “
“Maybe I`ll tell you someday” I take my jacket and I open the curtains “and about sleeping together, we can talk about it.”
I leave her with the mental picture of me fucking her like a dame savage. Lana Taynor or Lana Miller are not the same person, of that I`m sure. This woman detaches fear, humility and ingenuity. If my suspicions are correct, this are the qualities that every criminal want for their women. And if Gabe Miller took advantage of it I`m going to find out soon enough.