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choice.”
    “ Now what?” said Elsie.
    “ Now, you help me find what I’m
looking for.” Molly put her arm around Elsie’s shoulders, like a
big sister being affectionate, except Elsie wanted to scream
inside.
    “ The diamonds are in the safe,”
she said. “Downstairs. I know the combination.”
    “ Darling,” said Molly. “I’m not
here for the family jewels. I’m here for something of your
mother’s. A black book.”
    Damn it! Elsie knew Mom had gotten
into something, even though she had “retired” from the spy business
long ago. But she hadn’t been overseas in a long time, to the best
of Elsie’s knowledge. What trouble had she stirred up?
    Molly leaned close to Elsie, the
Russian’s hot breath smelled of chamomile tea and chocolate. She
had lovely, thick lips and full eyelashes. Her eyes softened, full
and round, less cold and more… concerned? No, more like
distraught.
    Elsie had bedded a woman once, when
she was in her early twenties during college, and never regretted
it. Sonya had been a blond, sweet as a summer’s day and sassy to
boot. The young woman Elsie knew so well in college had seduced her
with flowers and candy. Later Elsie found out Sonya worked for MI6
and only used Elsie to get access to the university’s science
labs.
    The experience forever changed
Elsie’s attitude on relationships and sex, and afterward she
herself got recruited into the spy world. Only Kevin had chipped
through the ice to reach Elsie’s heart.
    Elsie tried to untangle herself
from Molly’s grip, but the Russian had a strong arm. The more she
struggled, the more Molly held her tight. Elsie felt helpless in
the woman’s arm, and her stomach tightened at the thought of how
dangerous her captor must be.
    “ Where is my mother?” Elsie
asked.
    Molly pressed the tip of her index
finger to Elsie’s lower lip. Without turning her gaze away, she
said, “Nikolai. Watch the front window for more
visitors.”
    The big shrugged, lowering his gun,
and turned away.
    Elsie was alone in the kitchen with
Molly.
    “ I will tell you about your
mother,” said Molly, tracing her finger down Elsie’s jaw and
throat. “But first you must do something for me.”
    “ You are a sick lady.”
    “ Da, this is true. Some might call
me passionate.”
    “ Well the answer
is nyet ,”
said Elsie
    “ But darling, you haven’t heard my
proposal yet.” Molly drew in even closer, and brushed her lips on
Elsie’s.
    It had been too long since the last
time she’d been intimate. Elsie had sex with Kevin before they
started planning their wedding, and she had convinced him to wait
for it again until after. The separation would make their hearts
fonder, was Elsie’s reasoning.
    She hadn’t planned on her heart
being fond for a foreign spy who might be a threat to her mother.
Molly’s kiss grew more passionate, deeper, with tongue. Elsie felt
weak at the knees. Her stomach quivered in anticipation of what
Molly had mind.
    Elsie, despite her better judgment,
leaned into the kiss and returned it with her tongue. She tasted
the tea on Molly’s breath, tongues slippery and thick with saliva.
Breathing through her nose, shoulders relaxing to the other woman’s
touch, Elsie squirmed her hips.
    This wasn’t right. She was supposed to be
the predator, not this floozy. Elsie had used the same kissing
technique on countless corporate fat-cats to get them to spill
their secrets. She grabbed Molly by the waist, pinched hard, and
pushed her away.
    The separation was breathless. And
hot. The kitchen seemed like a hundred degrees with a hundred
percent humidity all of a sudden. Elsie pulled her hair back, away
from her face and neck, trying to cool off as fast as she could. So
much of the heat came from between her legs, and she was already
bare down there.
    “ Now, now,” said Molly. “Was it
really so bad?”
    “ Back off bitch!”
    Molly smiled, the reptile grin
softer and gentle. She tilted her head to one side and made