Thread: Caught Between [LeatrixSage x Mr Quixotic]

The agent stared back, meeting Valentina's challenge before the brief exchange ended and she collected her skirt and blouse. We can't always get what we wish for, Valentina. Or Curic would be in jail already, and I wouldn't need you at all. He shrugged, eyes sliding across her form until she turned back toward him. Cole's returned his focus to her face and steeled himself for her approach. Valentina's scent once more filled his nostrils and her body heat radiated against his when she stopped before him. And, to your earlier question the one about Curic No, I dont like bad boy assholes. I like men. Powerful, strong, dangerous men capable of handling every bite, and scratch, that I can give him. Those words, and the way she looked at him, the way she taunted. He tried to brush away the effect both that and her proximity had on his libido. Cole gritted his teeth, and the carotid artery pulsed in his neck. It required all of the man's resolve to refrain from shoving her out of his personal space. Or from wiping the smirk off her face with a slap. But that's not really what you want, is it Cole? You want to slam her against the wall and fuck Valentina Rossi into oblivion. Thankfully, he was able to stop himself from doing something he'd later regret. On the verge of recovering his composure, the woman shattered it again with her sudden change in demeanour. Thank you, for seeing more than well, what everyone else sees. While he struggled to interpret that, and the accompanying smile, she disappeared into the bedroom. Shit. Cole slammed a fist into the wooden surface of the dining table. Shit. He muttered the second profanity under his breath, clutched one hand in the other and appraised his knuckles. No permanent damage. What had it all meant? Nothing except a game of cat and mouse between two strong personalities, each staking out their territory and testing the other's boundaries. He'd dealt with that dynamic before, and come out on top, and he'd do so again. As for his thoughts about screwing her? A combination of tiredness, stress, tension, alcohol, frustration and Valentina's smugness. Naught to do with the woman herself it could have been any. After Cole had convinced himself of that and the adrenaline calmed in his veins, he collected a blanket from the linen closet and made a bed on the sofa. Sleep came fitfully, but it came, and he rose hours later after being awakened by the sun's rays filtering through the curtains. Yawning and stretching, Cole entered the kitchen, put on a pot of coffee and then freshened up in the bathroom. On the way out, he paused and glanced up the stairs at the closed Master Suite door. He decided to let Valentina alone for the time being, and sat at the table with caffeine for company and called his partner. Despite Rod's eagerness to join the hunt for Curic, Whittaker declined the offer, but promised to keep the man in the loop. Not happy about it, but knowing Cole and his preference to work alone, Murphy agreed to continue with the rest of their cases. He'd call in favours from fellow agents when necessary, and they'd keep the informal arrangement from their superiors. The light of a new day had soothed his concerns about the exchanges with Valentina, and by 8 am, he'd become restless and wanted to get on the move. Rise and shine. Cole barged into the Master Suite without so much as a knock or a warning, placed a hand on Valentina's shoulder under the covers and shook her. We leave in thirty minutes. He rolled her over, tugged her towards him and waited for the woman's eyes to open. Whether they were focused and she was capable of comprehension was another question entirely. Get up, shower and be ready to go. Unless you'd rather fend for yourself here, and leave me to guess your sizes? If not, Cole anticipated that would garner her brain's attention more than the aroma of coffee coming from the mug he'd placed on the bedside table. As fun that would be for me, men do tend to over or underestimate depending on our preferences, and I'd hate to cause offence. Using humour to cover his impatience, Cole also intended to call into his one-bedroom Dogbox in Downtown Manhattan, where he kept an arsenal secured in a gun-safe. With Curic involved, the greater variety of firepower at his disposal, the better. So, come on, do as you're told, and I'll forget about the ankle bracelet I had planned. Cole had already changed his mind on that, secure that Valentina relied on his protection and wouldn't attempt to flee. The last thing he felt like was getting caught up for hours in red-tape at the Justice Centre. Particularly, because whilst he was there, he'd also be expected to request authorisation to use his Government-issued card to charge the costs of their shopping expedition to the taxpayer. Permission would be denied. Last edited Jun 21, 2018