His Secret Identity

id open the drawer in her table and placed a brown

er Co-police who she had b

r you," the cop said,

ng over the exit. She was still wearing a police uniform when Frances found a tall man out

r and she suddenly lost an interest in ever

she asked, glan

wered with a mysterious smile. Fran

me garbage? Do I look li

wed together. She opened her mou

iosity was gone from her eyes and replaced by a shy one. They shifted into silence as they lo

cal feeling upon meeting Be

t, she cut h

responded, rubbing her hand aga

s, I saw it in your sched,

n that she wanted him to leave, merely because she wanted to know how sincere h

slightly. He disagreed as though he should make the decisions.

as the dom

er I'll turn into that kind of cockroach, you kn

deciding whether she'd agree or not. It took her a second to realize that she had been staring at him fo

, pursuing Frances in a

good restau

ce and finally nodde

change my cl

ating a girl who is still wearing a poli

tables, a piano bar, and a band with their harmonic voices. It was run by award winning owners,

reminiscent of the heritage of perfection. As she fixed her hair, with those long slender arms, her navel naked for the room to view. She made Benedict firmly believe in the possibility of perfection, the possibility of how good someone can look from a minuscule distance. It was

make her less attractive th

" Benedict complimented her. A genuine

that's a complime

s a compliment," he answered, raising h

live?" she asked, f

Washington," he answered, still looking for the

ut you?"

nally from

bring you here

red as she smiled at the waiter who stopped i

ving?" she asked as she folde

s for a livi

sinessman?" she

and sell them whatever my clients want," Benedict answered, his fin

ere?" asked Frances. Benedi

When they both had chosen a food, they held t

again?" she asked, her

dict Sebastian,

ou're from Greece," said Frances,

Greek. Do I look like I'm fr

om Greece, you look like you j

er lips. Benedict nodded his head, a

ur full name?" he asked,

itchell,"

your job," answered Benedict

ce officer?" he asked. She hesitated to an

enge my father's death," she answered.

sk what h

was he

anization here in New York?" Benedi

the boss was hiding, they raid an abandoned building. There were more than five of them when they

eed true, Ben

d Benedict, tryi

also gained one," she said, lifti

asked Benedict wit

was my father's partner. And I treat

e another story.

ict's pupils dilated until his e

d silently. Out of the corner of Benedict's eyes,

y. It took him seconds to answer a

my cousin's closest

they were inside one of the best Italian restaurants in New York. And as expected for a dish that

consuming the dish, they walked their w

d passed, it was raining bullets. Benedict glanced at his clock. It was exactly

" he asked. Frances

," said Franc

and wait for th

her. Benedict closed the door

ll get you a t

ter a minute or two, Frances came out of the room

to the room. He didn't wait for her to come back. He didn't wait for her approval, he went to th

he shirt and pants. In a seductive manner, he slipped the shirt out his torso, revealing his

a room,"

to change c

ll the manly fragrance of him as she cut her gaze off. His hea

hange clot

ng seemed to disappear and the only thing she could think of was how soft he felt against her. He slowly pulled his face away from hers and observed her reaction. Frances was blanked with

around the soft garment that covered her breast. He kissed her

rshly at the bed. Frances looked up at him with her hungry eyes as if she was restricted from f

they found themselves fully naked against the warm flaming bod

inside Frances like a puzzle fit together and a strange animal noise escaped from her as the mounting, Ben

ing. The idea of his dominance, the tingling sensation all over her body and his rapid movement. His hand slid to the side

the wave of in