Catch & Neutralize by Chris Grams

used bold directness for shock value: “I was hoping to get you naked.”
    It seemed to work. Kyle’s eyes widened, lighting his face and making his attractive features even more so. “Okay then. Sounds interesting so far.” Slipping a hand around the small of Angie’s back, he pulled her closer. “You’ve got my attention, mystery girl. What next?”
    “That depends,” Angie raised her head closer to his ear. Considering her five-inch heels, Kyle was taller than she’d originally anticipated. “Let’s get naked together right now, and I’ll show you.” Noticing her whispered breath had prickled the skin on Kyle’s arms, she ran a finger over the tiny bumps.
    “My place would be more comfortable,” using her hushed tone, amusement flickered in Kyle’s eyes. He withdrew his arm taking a step back.
    “What about here?” Angie pointed at his vehicle, her head buzzing with alcohol and the task at hand. “Right here?”
    Kyle glanced over the parking lot appearing to consider her proposition. Angie followed his gaze. The sun dipped lower at a rapid pace. Its orange glow deepened into burnt rust. Dozens of cars, trucks, SUVs, and motorcycles filled Macaroons parking lot.
    Looking back at Kyle, she watched his inner struggle. Pulling a business card from his jacket, Kyle placed it in Angie’s hand.
    “I’d love to, but I can’t.” He gently squeezed her hand, pulled her closer. She heard him taking in the scent of her highlighted locks. Humid breath tickled Angie’s ear. Her nipples tightened against silky fabric.
    She couldn’t let him get away yet. Thinking fast, Angie stepped back and began unbuttoning her top. Kyle’s eyes, as if drawn by magnetic force, slunk down to her chest. Shimmery fabric hugged her breasts in a combo of black silk and lace. Barely hidden nipples saluted him proudly, more from the cold than anything else. Angie’s tongue slid over her lips. She hoped her actions appeared authentic.
    Inspecting the card, she read his name aloud, softly, suggestively: “Kyle Caldwell, Attorney at Law.”
    Yep, definitely the guy. Thank God.
    “That’s me,” he said still staring at her chest.
    Angie began buttoning her shirt. “Well, Kyle Caldwell, you’ve successfully hurt my feelings.”
    “I didn’t mean to. It’s just too hazardous here in the open.” Kyle’s attention reverted to her face. “And I’m not that kind of person, Angie. I have more respect than that for both of us. I’d like to take you out, get to know you better. Sex, at least for me, is much more with an emotional connection.”
    He retrieved a vibrating cell phone from his pocket and glancing at it said, “I wish I could stay, but I need to check on a client. Please call me, Angie. I’d love to take you up on that offer after getting to know you better.”
    Kyle flashed a smile and headed across the parking lot. Puffs of dried clay fell from his loafers, dispersing in his aftermath.
    Angie watched Kyle climb into his vehicle and drive away. Gravel crunched under the Land Rover’s wide tires.
    She hoped that display allowed for the amount of time necessary. Angie was getting tired of using her body for assignments. When thrown into these kinds of situations, she didn’t know what else to do. At least he hadn’t said yes to the sex offer. She wasn’t in the mood to deal with the oh-so-sorry-I-just-can’t act.
    Sometimes Angie’s life seemed filled with desperation, sadness, disappointment, and lost opportunity. She felt surprised by her feelings of emptiness and insecurity. This wasn’t the first time she’s had to show some skin for the job.
    And for such a second-rate mission: Delay Target 15 Minutes .
    She checked the compact for additional instructions and was surprised to find another order so soon. This one sounded like it could be interesting: Stay with Dr. Tiffany Bell. More Info to Follow.

 
     
    Chapter 13

Scott
     
    Scott Dovy snuck behind the building. He witnessed the entire scene, even