Sure, she tried to blend in, to look casual. To anyone else, she would’ve passed.
But not with me.
I’d noticed her once, and I was drawn to picking up on her presence now.
A slow smile lifted my lips. My heart beat that much faster. An inkling of excitement spread through me, making my nerves light up with the promise of a challenge.
Looking for me, little agent?
I watched her go through the expected steps of not being too obvious. She was trained. She was good. But I could still pick up on how she wasn’t merely glancing around but hunting. Spying. Searching.
Forme.
The second she noticed me, I knew it. I couldn’t have missed it because I had yet to take my eyes off her. Suspended in this strange pull to her, almost like an invisible tether locked me to her position, I didn’t flinch or try to break eye contact.
Her eyes opened a little wider.
Her head lifted a bit higher.
But fuck me, when her pink lips parted ever so slightly like she was surprised to actually find me, I wanted to get up, close the distance between us, and kiss that shock off her face.
She’d found me. I stared right back, letting her appreciate my smirking smile.
Found me.
But the instant she lowered her gaze, as if recalling that she wasn’t supposed to be noticed, I shot out of my seat and left the area. A long line of athletes and coaches trudging toward their gate blocked me from her line of sight.
I moved to the side, leaning against a column to watch her glance back in the direction of where I was. She noticed I was gone. And reading her lips, I watched her curse to herself.
How about some hide-and-seek, little agent?
She left her spot near the café she had been standing by. The barista called after her, holding up the drink she must have ordered as a prop. Dressed like a tourist and looking like no one special, she didn’t even turn around to tell the person she no longer needed the order. Instead, she scanned the terminal for me.
I strolled past her when she pretended to check flight ETAs and departure statuses on the huge wall of monitors.
When she flinched, whipping around to track me, I smiled wider.
After weaving through another crowd, I slowed down so she could follow me near a luggage store.
Then behind a pile of suitcases on display, I made sure to brush past her as she looked the wrong way.
I heard her curse that time as I maneuvered on the other side of a people mover, once more blocked from her view.
For an hour, I led her on a wild goose chase through the airport. Staying close but not so much that she could reach me, I teased her, taunted her to hunt for me.
But when she didn’t appear and I feared I’d lost her, I realized it was time to change up the rules of this game we were playing.
Because I hadn’t had this much fun in a long,longtime, I jumped on the impulsive idea to finally help myself to learn more about her. Toying with an agent wasn’t wise. But it wasn’t necessarily foolhardy, either.
I didn’t intend to just play chase like this.
As I wondered what it’d be like to do more than brush against her or piss her off with how stealthily I moved, I wanted to know what it was like to really feel her. To experience the heat of her anger sparkling in her eyes up close. With those plump lips twisted into a scowl when she was within my reach, inches from me so I could kiss her.
Fuck.
I was getting hard just thinking about having her at all. It’d been a while since I’d cared to fuck a woman.
And right now, she was the only one I desired.
