Her steak knife fell to her plate with a loud crash as it slipped out of her fingers. Embarrassed, she picked it up and risked a peek at Alex. The smirk was firmly in place again.
Her gaze narrowed. I rather like the idea of you on your knees. Maybe even with your hands tied behind your back.
And then what? His eyes glittered like shards of broken mirror.
I would...present...various body parts for you to...
Make love to with my mouth?
Exactly.
And if I do this for you? What will you do for me in return? Sex is, at its core, a trade, after all.
She leaned back against the banquette. Thats where you and I differ. For me, sex is a gift. Something I give freely to you. I dont necessarily expect anything back in return. Of course, I generally do get plenty back. But its not like I think to myself, Okay, if I give Alex x amount of pleasure, then he owes me y amount back.
He asked, amused, Are you implying that Im a selfish male?
Im just saying your mind-set is different than mine. I dont know if all men treat sex the same way you do or not. She shrugged. Frankly, you treat everything as a bargain, not just sex.
Do I, now?
Interestingly enough, he didnt seem offended. Thoughtful, maybe, but not angry. They finished the meal, and Alex ordered chocolate mousse for her without having to ask if she wanted any or not. The creamy dessert was, bar none, her favorite food on earth.
He let her get well into the mousse before he commented, Sex has always been a transaction for me. I pay a prostitute, she gives me what I want.
Katie waved her spoon at him. You dont want them to like it, do you? You go out of your way to make sure they dont enjoy themselves. Alex arched an eyebrow at her in mild warning that she was treading on dangerous ground. But shed had one glass of wine too many to heed his eyebrow. I think youre taking out your anger over your mothers abandonment on those prostitutes.
Whoops. Predator Alex went still. Alert. Ready to attack. The scale of her mistake finally cut through the wine buzz to register on her.
Are you finished? he asked. His voice was cold. Precise. Controlled.
Crap. She trailed after him in silence to their room when he didnt slow down to wait for her. He grabbed a couple minibottles of whiskey out of the refrigerator and moved over to the big plateglass window-wall, where he sprawled in one of the armchairs there.
Was their uneasy truce over, then? She knew how much Alex hated the idea of her going with him on this trip. Almost as much as she hated the idea of him going. Hed been mature and quit fighting about it when it became clear he was going to lose the argument. But she by no means thought hed made peace with the idea.
God knew what else was rattling around in his head and messing with his mind after the past year. Shed read enough spy novels and seen enough spy movies to have an inkling of what hed been through.
She waited until hed downed the whiskey and the tension had left his shoulders somewhat to go stand behind him. Im sorry, Alex. I didnt mean to upset you.
Nothing.
She might as well not have been in the room with him. Okay, she could deal with him being mad at her for saying something to him he really didnt want to hear, but she would not stand for him ignoring her. That was just rude. She marched around in front of his chair, wedging herself between his knees and the cold glass at her back.
She put on her best kindergarten teacher lecture voice. Alex Peters, that is quite enough sulking out of you. Its not nice to ignore people when they speak to you. So shake out of this snit of yours, right now. Got it?
His gaze lifted to hers. Had she not already been plastered against the window at her back, shed have staggered back a step from the utter emptiness in his eyes. Where had her Alex gone? This man was...dead.
Remorse and fear roared through her and she fell to her knees and flung her arms around his neck. She hung on to him like a tornado was trying to tear them apart. At first, he did not respond at all. But eventually, his arms came up around her waist. He pulled her into his lap. They sat like that for a long time. Long enough for the city to grow quiet below them and the streets to empty of cars.
Without warning, he commenced tearing her clothes off her. Some he tore off figuratively. Others that didnt give way easily enough, he literally tore off her. And when she was naked, he surged to his feet and shoved her face-first against the glass. She heard a zipper rip down, and then he was slamming into her from behind. No foreplay. No words of endearment. No kisses or caresses. Just his hard, hot body invading hers.
Her breasts and right cheek mashed against the cold window. Rain struck it hard enough on the other side for her to feel the tiny impacts. The drops came so close but didnt touch her. Sort of like her trying to reach Alexs soul. An invisible but impenetrable barrier blocked her way.
If someone happened to look up at this building and zero in on this particular room, they were getting quite a show. And yet, she couldnt spare the mental energy to care. Her attention was entirely focused on the agonized man behind her. She wasnt fooled for a second by his angry outburst. This was pain, not punishment. Anguish, not rage. And if he needed to dump it into her body, she was fine with absorbing it from him.
He was being rough with her, but as always, some part of him held back just enough not to actually hurt her. Relieved that whatever barriers held the beast at bay had worked one more time, she did her best to open her body to him. To relax and not fight the aggressive invasion. To convey an unspoken sense of welcome and acceptance to him.
By arching her back and thrusting back toward him, their bodies fit perfectly. He grasped her hips to pull her back harder, and she groaned her pleasure. He growled under his breath, probably irritated that she was enjoying this. But the harder and deeper he drove, the better it felt.
Finally, as she moaned with too much pleasure to bear, he collapsed against her back, panting in her ear, crushing her against the window. His hands came up to cover hers where they pressed into the glass by her head.
Come to bed, he eventually murmured. Youre cold.
She was frozen with fear for his soul. Did that count as cold? He tucked her under the covers gently enough, though, and then pulled on jeans and a sweater in the dark.
Youre not coming to bed? she asked from her cocoon of warmth.
In a while, maybe.
Translation: Im going to be up all night, brooding. She sighed, rolled onto her side and drifted to sleep wondering what it would take to get him to shed the darkness in his soul and choose to be happy.
CHAPTER FIVE
OVERNIGHT, HURRICANE GISELLE slammed into Cuba with a vengeance. It tore the island to bits from east to west. Even in a region accustomed to tropical storms, Giselle was a monster. Death tolls were unknown, but television commentators speculated that thousands had perished. Always secretive, the Cuban government declined to share details or let any foreign journalists into the immediate aftermath to report on it. What little news did leak out painted a grim picture, however.
Alex turned off the TV. Katie was still asleep, so he used the time to get on his laptop to see if any of the feelers hed put out on Operation Cold Intent had come back to him yet.
Alex turned off the TV. Katie was still asleep, so he used the time to get on his laptop to see if any of the feelers hed put out on Operation Cold Intent had come back to him yet.
Bingo. An encrypted email from C¥berE¥e, perhaps the top hacker hed ever seen operate and his anonymous mentor since his first attempts to start hacking.
Alex ran their usual decryption protocol and got gibberish. He stared at the letters and symbols in surprise. He would suspect a failed message transmission were this not from C¥berE¥e. And then it hit him. He ran a secondary decryption protocol the hacker sometimes used.
Sure enough, a short message resolved itself on his screen. He stared at it in dismay.
Blondie and ThrεεWolvεs dead. Looks like murder. What the fuck did you get them into?
He knew the forces behind Cold Intent had killed Blondie. But theyd killed her boyfriend, too? Jesus. Who was doing this? And what in the hell was Cold Intent? Why was someone killing to cover its tracks?
He messaged C¥berE¥e back, asking if the guy had any idea what Blondie and her boyfriend were killed over. Hackers had lots of enemies if they were any good, right?
The reply made him feel ill. It said that Blondie must have been looking into something within the past few days that had triggered the real-world attack. No matter how he tried to rationalize it away, Alex couldnt escape arriving at the same conclusion C¥berE¥e had. He was responsible for the hackers deaths. He sent an email back.
Any idea if someone got their files?
The reply was immediate.
An ABC agency was making a run at them. I snagged everything and wiped the drives before the Man could get in. Some interesting shit here. Whos Cold Intent?
Aww, crap. He didnt need dead hackers all over the planet on his account. Alex typed hard, as if he could transmit his emphatic warning through the keys themselves.
Be. Careful. Theyll kill you, too. And no, I dont know who they are. You need to leave it alone.
C¥yberE¥es reply was succinct.
Ill find em. You kill em.
He stared at the message speculatively. Hed long suspected that C¥berE¥e was some sort of intelligence agent or at least a former one. More than once, the hacker had sent Alex timely warnings about various government agencies being close to catching up with him and some of his more adventurous online activities as a teen.
What was fascinating about that short statement was that this guy seemed to think Alex was capable of killing someone. Hackers were criminals but rarely violent ones. Who was C¥berE¥e, really? Not that it mattered at the end of the day if the guy found Cold Intent for him. Slowly, one letter at a time, Alex typed his response.
Done.
Whatcha doin? Katie asked from right behind him.
Alex jumped about a foot straight up in the air.
Wow. I managed to startle the great spy, Alex Peters? she crowed. I win!
He scowled at her as he stood up, sweeping her into his arms. Well see about that.
She laughed as he carried her back to the bed. You always have to win, dont you?
Yup.
For once, their lovemaking was simple and uncomplicated, just sex. No strings attached. No deep emotional conflicts. No struggles to push past emotional blocks or physical boundaries. It felt good to him, and he was fairly certain it felt good to her.
It was nearly an hour later, and Katie had unequivocally declared him the winner in all things...loudly and passionately...before he finally collapsed to the mattress beside her. His soul felt lighter, somehow.
And that was when fear came calling, deep in his gut. This time, she had blasted past his emotional defenses so easily and smoothly he hadnt even realized shed done it.
How she managed to take him out of his head and into a place of pure feeling and emotion, he had no idea. But he had no power to resist whatever it was she did to him. God knew, he wanted to. He hated the loss of control. His entire life was based around the concept of supreme self-discipline. Success rested upon it. Hell, survival rested upon it.
He died a little each time she broke through his mental defenses. But man, it was a good way to go. Seductive. Addictive as hell.
Still. He would give just about anything for her not to be here with him, back in harms way. He couldnt fight them allAndré, Peter and Katie herselfbut his gut yelled at him that taking her to Cuba with him was a giant mistake.
Im hungry, Katie announced.
He had to smile. She sounded like a little kid whod just come in from the playground, breathless and happy. Shower, then food? he suggested.
She leaped out of bed, laughing over her shoulder. Last one to the showers a rotten egg!
How could anyone be so damned innocent? Particularly given that she was highly intelligent and by no means naive. And getting less naive by the day around him. She told him once that happiness was a choice. Was innocence a choice, as well? If so, hed chosen long ago to forsake it. He climbed out of bed more temperately and invaded her shower.
Hed just finished dressing and she was still in the bathroom blow-drying her hair when his cell phone rang. André.
Hey, boss. Whats up?
Youve got a charter flight to Inagua in two hours. From there, a boat will take you to Baracoa. My contact will meet you at the rendezvous point on shore and take you to the base camp thats being set up for you.
Baracoa. He swore under his breath. Peter had been right, after all. A sane man would tell André the Baracoa meet-up was compromised. But Alex was inclined to go ahead and show up where Peter expected him to. Maybe he could spot whatever was going on that had both the CIA and FSB so interested in Cuba all of a sudden.
Got it, he replied to Andrés more detailed instructions, which he memorized in lieu of writing them down to be found by anyone else.
Have a safe trip, Alex.
Yeah. Right. Thanks. He hung up before more sarcasm could leak into his voice.
He looked up and spied Katie standing in the bathroom doorway. Showtime? she asked.
An urge to lie nearly overcame him. To take her to the airport, put her on a plane and send her home. But not only had he promised never to lie to her, she could also sniff fibs a mile away. He sighed. As soon as youre ready to go, well head out.
Into what, he had no damned idea. But one thing he knew for sure. They were headed into something.
* * *
KATIE WATCHED THE twin prop airplane that had been their ride lift off into the sunny blue sky, and then looked around at Great Inagua Island in dismay. Shed never seen a more barren place. It was nothing but windswept dirt and rocks. I thought Caribbean islands were supposed to be tropical paradises.
Not if all the tree cover is destroyed by settlers and the ecosystem collapses in response and desertifies. Then they look like this, Alex replied.
She shuddered. Its awful. Who lives here, anyway?
Workers at the salt factory. About eight hundred of them.
Are they okay after the storm? she asked in quick concern.
They were evacuated by the salt company. Were the only people back on the island.
Wow. Were really all alone on a desert island, then?
He smiled reluctantly. Yes. Weve got to make our way to the shore on foot to catch our ride. I hope youre up for a hike.