Chapter 8: That same night: The mystery woman

CHAPTER 8

MIKI

THAT SAME NIGHT – THE MYSTERY WOMAN

A s soon as the female exited Mathieson's office, I followed. Thank god she hadn't bothered to come into the tiny bathroom!

My mind was awhirl with questions. Who the hell was she? What had she been looking for?

"The guard is on his way up."

Marko's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"You need to get out!"

Shit! I cracked the door open and peeked out. The mystery woman was hurrying along the hallway. She seemed distracted and didn't notice me creeping up behind her.

"He's on level one and will head up, so wait until he goes onto level two or three, then slip past him and get out!" Marko stated.

Hell, the woman wasn't aware the guard was doing his rounds. If she kept running down the stairs, she'd be caught. I couldn't let that happen. If she got caught, the police would be called, and I'd be trapped here and likely caught, too. Shit, shit, shit!

There was nothing for it. I had to stop her.

Just as she opened the door and stepped into the stairwell, I grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall, holding her tightly against me with a hand over her mouth. She attempted to struggle and speak.

"Quiet," I whispered. She froze, and we heard whistling and footsteps as the guard entered the stairwell below.

She gasped and looked up at me, her eyes widening as she realised just how close she'd come to being discovered. With our bodies pressed tightly together, faces inches apart, we could do nothing but stare at each other.

The most gorgeous amber eyes I had ever seen held mine prisoner as the world around me lost focus. A sense of peace filled me, unlike anything I'd ever known.

Whoever this woman was, I knew in that second that she was going to have an impact on my life beyond this brief encounter, and I smiled as I checked out the rest of her.

Pressed up against her as tightly as I was, I couldn't help but notice her curves. Nice! Real nice!

Several strands of dark red hair peeked out from her hood, which had fallen back just enough to reveal pale, flawless skin, and full pink lips. She was stunning. Completely breathtaking.

After what felt like ages, the guard opened the door two floors below and headed inside. I breathed a sigh of relief and slowly removed my hand from her mouth.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asked.

Her voice sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine as I caught a trace of a sexy Scottish accent. She was a local.

"I could ask you the same thing?"

She never answered. Instead, she appeared to be checking me out the way I had her.

"I guess who we are doesn't matter, and as for what I am doing? No doubt something similar to you!" she stated with a slight frown that made her nose scrunch up.

God, that was so cute!

She took a deep breath and leaned in closer.

Did she just sniff me?

Yes, I was sure she just sniffed me, and I liked it. Grinning, I sniffed her in return, and wow, she smelt so good. Something citrusy with a hint of cinnamon and maybe chocolate. It made me want to lick her. My cock jerked its approval. Oh hell!

My mouth was suddenly dry, and I licked my lips. Her eyes tracked the movement, and as if pulled by an invisible force, I dipped my head. Her own tilted up at the same time, and I took it as an invitation. Before I could think better of it, I brushed my lips against hers. Their welcoming softness made me groan, and she shuddered in response, opening her mouth to let my tongue delve inside.

Fuck, she tasted as good as she smelt. Better even. All the blood rushed to my cock, and I felt it hardening between us.

Shit, what was going on with me? I was reacting to her like some horny teenager.

Seriously? I chided myself. This was hardly the time or place for me to be getting turned on, but I couldn't seem to control my body's response. She was making sexy little mewling sounds, which made it hard for me to even think straight, never mind try to stop. I deepened the kiss, loving her responsiveness.

A voice penetrated my haze of lust, and I realised it was Marko.

"Where the fuck are you? And what are you groaning for? Miki, what the hell is that noise?" Marko asked as the door below us opened again.

That brought me back to my senses like a bucket of water thrown over me. I pulled away from the siren, and we both stood staring at each other in shock while trying to quieten our panting breaths.

Expecting the guard to hear our breathing, we peered over the railing, but luckily he was whistling away to music he was listening to through earbuds. He pulled open the door of the floor directly below us and disappeared inside.

God, that was close.

"We'd better get out of here before the guard comes back," she whispered, pushing past me and heading quickly downstairs.

Unable to do anything else but follow, I checked out her bottom as she descended the stairs.

When she stopped just before the door the guard had disappeared into, she caught me looking. Smirking, she raised her eyebrows at me in question. Shrugging, I returned her smirk without remorse.

Well, I was a hot-blooded guy who hadn't been laid in a while and we'd just enjoyed a searing kiss that had made my toes curl after all.

Smiling at the memory, I waited, watching her as she sneaked a look through the small glass window in the door before nodding at me, sprinting past and continuing down the stairs. I kept pace until we got to the ground floor. She headed for the side entrance, but I pulled her back.

"This way, Little Miss Red!" I said, gesturing towards the emergency exit in the basement.

At first I thought she was going to protest, but thankfully she didn't and instead let me lead the way. Once in position, I let Marko know to unlock the door again. Almost immediately, the lights flickered. I grabbed her hand, and then we were outside and running.

Once we got a block away, I kept hold of her hand as we slowed down to catch our breath. I told myself I needed to find out who she was and what information she had on Mathieson, but in truth, I was reluctant to let her go. However, I could see the wheels turning in her mind now that we were no longer in danger of being caught and realised she was about to bolt.

Uh uh, baby! I pulled her back as she tried to run.

Turning her around, I pushed her into a nearby doorway, pressing her up against it. Just like before. Only this time, instead of putting my hand over her mouth, I grabbed her face, tilting her chin, and captured her mouth in another searing kiss.

Expecting her to fight this time, I was relieved, and a little surprised when she didn't. Instead, she clutched my jacket and returned the kiss with an enthusiasm which excited me.

Lifting her up high, I literally plastered myself against her, desperate to be closer to her. She must have had the same thought as she wrapped her legs tightly around me, grinding against my hard on.

God, I want her!

"What the fuck?" Marko's voice hissed in my ear.

"Are you kissing that woman?"

Shit! I had forgotten he was listening.

Ignoring him, I reached into my pocket, pulled out a card, and removed a tiny object. Forcing myself to break off the kiss, I rested my forehead against hers and slipped my hand behind her neck and stuck it to the label of her hoodie.

After gently setting her down on the ground, I took a couple of steps back to stop myself from grabbing her and kissing her again.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Tell me your name," I demanded when she hesitated.

She opened her mouth to speak, then clamped it shut, shaking her head.

"I need to go!" she cried, then turned and bolted off down the road. My body wanted to give chase, but there was no need.

"Marko, open your system and trace the tracker I just put on the woman," I said.

"Got her!" he confirmed within a few seconds, and I grinned.

Little Miss Red might think she could escape me, but she would soon discover that she could only get away from me if I allowed it. Even if I didn't want to know what she was doing at Mathieson's and what information she had, I wanted more of those kisses, and that alone ensured we would see each other again. Soon, very soon!

When the SUV pulled up, I was still grinning at the thought. Vlad was driving, as always. Marko was in the backseat with his laptop open, so I climbed into the passenger seat, hoping to avoid too much scrutiny from him.

Noting my expression, Vlad simply raised his eyebrows and smirked, but said nothing about the incident I knew he would have overheard too. Good man. He could always be relied on to be discreet.

Turning away again, he simply asked, "Where to, boss?"

"Take us back to the hotel," I replied.

"Want to tell me what the hell you were doing back there?" Marko asked.

Settling into the seat, I ripped my balaclava off, scratching at my beard, and ignored him.

The bloody thing always made me itch. I hated wearing it, but it hid my identity and so it was a necessary evil sometimes.

"You were kissing her!" Marko cried incredulously when I continued to ignore him.

"Don't know what you are talking about," I told him.

"I heard you. We both did," he stated.

"There must have been something wrong with the earpiece," I said, smirking.

"No chance!" he exclaimed.

"She must really be something if you jumped on her within seconds of seeing her," Vlad said quietly.

"She is," I said, grinning like a fool.

"Now shut up and drive," I told him, before leaning my head back against the headrest and closing my eyes.

"Fuck," Marko mumbled under his breath, obviously thinking I'd lost my mind. Maybe I had. For a petite, red-haired, Scottish lass with amber eyes I could drown in and a mouth that made me want to come from the slightest taste. Yes, maybe I had.

"Send me the app for her tracker," I said as an afterthought.

I'd be keeping a close eye on my Little Miss Red until I saw her again. My cock hardened at the thought. It was going to be difficult waiting for that moment. We'd only been apart for a few minutes, and it was already too long.

When we reached our suite at the hotel, I went straight to my room and headed for the shower, where I spent an enjoyable few minutes reliving those kisses while relieving my aching cock.