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  “Can’t it be both? I do need to speak to you. Meet me for a drink in half an hour.”

  “Coffee?”

  Sergei laughed. “Come on. You and me. We need to get a man’s drink.” Sergei told him the place. It was an afterhours speakeasy with an unpronounceable Russian name. “One half hour.” And then he hung up.

  Fuck. He wouldn’t even have time to shower and wash the sleep out of his eyes. He was also sure that he reeked of sex and was already cringing over the comments that Sergei was sure to make about it. At least he had the forethought to put on a new pair of pants and a new shirt.

  He made his way to the meeting place through the lonely morning roads. It seemed to be the only time that the freeways weren’t packed beyond capacity with cars. He could drive fast and free. On mornings like this he felt the way he did the first time he got behind the wheel of a car. He was fifteen years old. It was someone else’s car.

  Sergei was already on his second vodka when Brody arrived. He’d probably been there when he called him in the first place. He cocked his head in Brody’s direction and flashed him a crooked smile.

  “Sit, sit.” Sergei patted the stool next to him. There were a few other people in the speakeasy, all mafia types, all discussing their own business in hushed tones.

  “What’s this about?”

  “Sit,” Sergei insisted. Brody obeyed. “Now,” Sergei continued, “what will you have to drink, hmm? Vodka?” Brody couldn’t stand the taste of straight vodka but it seemed like bad form to order anything else. Asking for a mixer would only result in mockery. He didn’t even need to say that he wanted it. Sergei was already pouring him a glass.

  “So, what did--”

  But Sergei wasn’t done with the preparations yet. “We must toast!” Sergei raised his glass high. Brody held his up just enough to satisfy his inebriated employer. “To success. To good times. And to your new woman.” Sergei gulped down his whole drink while Brody only took a sip of his. Sergei refilled his own glass. “Now! We talk about business.”

  Brody nodded. He was more than ready to get this over with.

  “I have another assignment for you.”

  Okay. Fine. But Brody still wondered why this meeting had to go down in person instead of on the phone. An early morning phone call, he was used to that. But seven A.M. vodkas was a different thing altogether.

  “Today I get a call. I thought it was to finalize the shipment. Make sure that everything in is in order that someone will be there to receive it on the other hand. The ship is supposed to leave next week. But no. It is something else. A special request. A car. A very specific car.”

  He’d caught Brody’s interest now. “What kind of car?”

  “It’s a 1985 BMW Three Series.”

  Brody laughed. It was involuntary. He knew Sergei wouldn’t like it but he did anyway. “Is that all? You can buy one used for like two grand. Shit, I’ll buy it for you. Give it to you as a gift.”

  “You’re not understanding.” It was true. Brody had no idea why he’d been called in for something as trivial as this. “I said that it’s a very specific car. It is one car. The only one.”

  “Why this one car?”

  “Some personal bullshit. Guy over there knows a guy over here and wants this car to fulfill some petty fucking vendetta.”

  “Why not just send him some other car and tell him it’s the one he wants?”

  “That would be dishonest,” Sergei said with a Cheshire grin. “Besides, he would know.”

  “How would he know?”

  “This car...oh this car. Supposedly there are inscriptions on the inside.”

  “Inscriptions?”

  “Yes. Etched delicately into the metal. It’s the type of workmanship that takes years. The car itself is nothing. But the inscriptions and the value to the owner makes it priceless.”

  “So where is it?”

  “I will give you the address. Because this is a special case I’m getting paid more. I get paid more, you get paid more.”

  “How much more?”

  “Triple.”

  Ho-ly shit. Brody didn’t mind using a little sleep for triple the salary.

  “I do not expect you to get this car in one day. You must be careful. This man. He is a dangerous man.”

  Brody nodded. Of course he was.

  “The ship leaves in one week. I must have it by then.”

  “Why me? Why not one of your other goons?”

  Sergei shook his head. “No. I cannot trust them with this responsibility. It can only be you.”

  “And if I can’t get it in a week?”

  Sergei smiled again. This time it wasn’t a smile of slyness or a smile of joy. It was a smile with a threat behind it.

  “You will get it.”

  FOUR

  Another Call

  It would be wrong to say that Hannah was surprised when she woke up alone that morning. She hadn’t really expected him to be the type to stick around and take her out for brunch. But she was still a little disappointed.

  It seemed that the night before had meant so much more to her than it had to him. She felt the twinge of guilt that most people feel when they realize that the “stand” they had the evening before would be of the “one night” variety. Still, she didn’t regret it a bit.

  It had been an incredibly spontaneous moment in her otherwise dull existence. But now that he was gone it amounted to little more than a dream.

  She took a shower, washing away the adventure of the night before. She now remembered all she had to do that weekend. All the studying, all the errands, all the cleaning.

  She checked her phone and found that she had dozens of text messages waiting for her. Some were concerned, some catty. All wondered who that guy was. Well, Hannah thought to herself, at least it had really happened. She would have to endure their probing questions and snarky comments for months, perhaps even years to come. But it was worth it. Oh boy, was it worth it.

  She had to stop thinking about him though. There's too much to do. She had all the time in the world to dwell upon what might have been if he’d only stayed until morning.

  Hannah decided to treat herself to a nice breakfast that morning. She wouldn’t have time to sit down somewhere; she couldn’t allow herself too much pampering and happiness in one twenty-four hour period, of course.

  She went down to the cafe on the corner to get herself a much-needed coffee, an egg white spinach breakfast burrito with a sprinkle of feta, and honey almond scone to satisfy her sweet tooth. While walking back to her apartment she took special care to enjoy the crisp morning air. Something about this morning was different. she noticed the colors around her. For the first time in a long time life seemed like more than just books and legal pads.

  When Hannah returned home she sat down at her desk to get started on her work. It took her a minute to see it. She’d already taken a sip of her coffee and unwrapped her breakfast burrito. She looked down at her notebook and there it was.

  Brody’s name followed by a phone number. She stared at it for a long time. She had no idea how long. She was practically in shock. She wasn’t sure if her heart had stopped beating upon seeing it or was now beating so fast that she could no longer sense its palpitations.

  Did he really want her to call? Or was it just some way to show that despite the stoic bearing and the tattoos he was capable of being polite? Was it even a real number? She didn’t know what to do. She had little experience with this kind of thing having focused most of her romantic time on more conventional courtships.

  She could ask her friends for advice. No, of course she couldn’t do that. The less they knew about the whole thing the better. Besides, it wasn’t like they were masters of their own love lives as it was. Better to handle this herself. At least if she made the wrong decisions there would be no one else involved in her business.

  She started to dial the phone before she knew what she was doing. It was already ringing by the time she realized that it was sti
ll only eight-thirty in the morning. Should she hang up? She’d come this far already, might as well stay on the line. But what if he was mad that she had awakened him at such an early hour in the morning?

  Before the debate raging in her head came to its conclusion, someone had picked up on the other end.

  “Hello,” said the tired, confused voice.

  “Hi,” Hannah said, the word nearly catching in her throat. “Is this Brody?”

  “Yeah, he said after a bit of hesitation. “Who’s this?”

  “This is, um, Hannah.” He didn’t immediately respond so she felt the need to add, “The girl you met last night.”

  “Oh, yeah, okay, hi. Is, um, is something the matter?”

  “No,” she said, probably too quickly. “I just found your number here and wanted to call.”

  “Okay.”

  “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize it was so early until after I dialed.”

  “That’s okay.”

  Silence hung in the air. She was at a loss for what to say next. Everything about the call now seemed like a bad decision. Might as well fully dive in. She had nothing left to lose.

  “Look, I know I’m not supposed to call the next day or whatever. But I had a lot of fun with you last night. You seem, I don’t know, different somehow. I'd definitely like to see you again.”

  Another agonizing silence followed. Time slowed to a crawl. She felt like kicking herself. She’d made the wrong move every step of the way since she had found his number. But then...

  “I’d like to see you again too.” He said.

  Hannah let out a sigh of relief. “Great.”

  “Damn, I have a really busy week coming up though.”

  “Oh. Okay,” Hannah said. “Well, whenever you’re free I guess.”

  “Well...I don’t want to wait a week to see you again.”

  “I don’t want to wait that long either.”

  “Good, I’ll be over in forty-five minutes,” he said before hanging up.

  Probably for the best as Hannah would have had no idea how to respond anyway.

  She tried to use the interim time to study but it was to no avail. Her mind was focused on other things. She had the gambler’s high. Her risk had paid off and now she had no idea what to do with her winnings. She attempted to relax but that was a skill which she hadn’t put to use in a very long time.

  Hannah couldn’t even calm herself enough to eat, throwing away the breakfast burrito after only two bites. She eventually resorted to simply pacing around the room and counting down the minutes. If only she could fast forward until his arrival.

  ***

  He did arrive though. Two minutes early, in fact.

  Hannah opened the door before he had even finished knocking. He stepped into the room and immediately fell upon her. Hannah was blown away by the intensity of the kiss. He had probably been thinking about this moment just as intently and obsessively as she had in the time since he’d hung up the phone.

  He held her tightly. She never wanted him to let her go. Her lifted her tank top over her head and set to work unhooking her bra. For her part, Hannah reached into Brody’s pants and took hold of his cock. He pulled off her shorts, leaving her completely naked.

  Brody then took hold of her waist and lifted her up onto the edge of the desk. He took off his shirt and knelt down in front of her. He positioned his head between her legs. Now that she knew his intention, Hannah scooted herself right to the edge of the desk. Brody kissed the inside of each thigh on his trek to her moistening pussy.

  When he reached his target he gave her outer lips a long, slow lick. He made sure that every bit of her labia felt his tongue. He probed her pussy until he found her swollen clit at its peak. He let the flat of his tongue roll across it before using the tip to trace small circles around her swollen nub. While he focused his mouth on her clit, Brody slipped his finger into her pussy, moving it in and out of her in rhythm with his licks an inch above.

  Hannah laced her fingers into Brody’s short hair as best she could. She couldn’t believe how quickly it was happening. Her legs locked around the sides of Brody’s head. Her eyes snapped shut. She started to scream those whimpering screams that come right before climax. A babble of affirmations and blasphemies escaped her lips.

  She was in the middle of the orgasm before she realized what was happening. She lost all control of her body as her mind melted into a puddle. Brody continued to slurp heartily at her pussy, causing another wave of pleasure to wash over her. He kissed and licked her clit as her body collapsed down on top of him.

  Brody stood, grabbed a condom out of his pocket and quickly dropped his pants and threw off his shirt. Hannah grabbed his cock, massaging his raging hard-on before he slipped the condom on. He positioned his cock up to her pussy, which was now practically dripping onto her law notebooks. Brody slipped his cock inside her with ease and put his hands on the top of her ass to hold her in place as he began to thrust into her slow and steady. The feel of her tight, warm, sopping wet pussy enveloping his cock was like fucking heaven, if with a condom on.

  The desk shook on its wobbly legs as Brody’s thrusts came harder and faster. Hannah wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grasping on to him desperately, meeting him with every thrust, pulling him deeper inside. The sweat on their naked skin began to mingle together. She panted heavily and moaned uncontrollably, pressing her face into his firm chest.

  Brody took his cock out of her and wrestled himself away from her clutching limbs. He turned her around and bent her over the desk before re-entering her from behind. He grabbed hold of her waist lifting her to deepen the angle of penetration.

  The slapping of his pelvis against her ass rang through the room each time he pushed into her. Hannah’s nose was now buried in the crease of one of her open law books. That’s exactly where she had expected it to be all day, though definitely not under these circumstances.

  Brody reached out and pulled her hair, lifting her head up out of the book. He also increased the force of his thrusts. The cheap IKEA desk now seemed like it was about to completely fall apart.

  Hannah was now in a near constant state of orgasm. Every thrust pushed her further and further away from reality. His fucking was starting to become staccato and erratic. She could tell that he was close to cumming as well.

  He leaned over her so that his chest was pressed against her back. She could feel his five o'clock shadow rubbing against the back of her neck. He pushed his pelvis forward one last time as he came inside of her. His body eased as he rested his weight briefly on top of her. Finally she was able to catch her breath.

  Once they had both recovered, they moved to the bed. They lay next to each other, naked and exposed. He held her in his arms. She had never felt more secure and at peace.

  “I didn’t think you’d call,” Brody said.

  “Really?”

  “A guy like me,” he began, pausing to think of how to phrase the next bit. “A guy like me doesn’t really work for most women past that first night.”

  “Why not?”

  “It’s just never really worked out.” He seemed to want to change the subject and did so before she could ask him another question. “Were those law books on your desk?”

  “Yeah,” Hannah said. “I’m in my second year of law school.”

  “What do you want to do with that?”

  She had to laugh a little before she answered. “I want to be a lawyer.”

  “Well, yeah, but what kind of lawyer?”

  “Oh. I don’t know. I’m still thinking about it. Corporate law, I guess.”

  “Corporate law? No offense but that sounds boring, even for a lawyer.”

  “Is a boring job really so bad?”

  Brody shrugged.

  Hannah turned the focus back to him. “Why? What do you do that’s so exciting?”

  “Just some freelance stuff.”

  She decided to press. “What kind of freelance stuff?”

  “Odd jobs.
It’s pretty slow most of the time.”

  Hannah was tired of dancing around the subject. She decided to ask him outright. “Are you a 'freelance' drug dealer?”

  “No,” he said, sounding relieved and trying not to laugh, “I’m not a drug dealer. Did you think that this whole time?”

  “I dunno, I guess not, I hadn't really thought about it until now. I just think you're really sexy.”

  "I do freelance corporate consulting, I specialize in acquisitions and logistics." He said with a smile. Not a complete lie.

  He held her tighter. Hannah snuggled herself closer to him, satisfied by his vague but impressive-sounding answer.

  Together they drifted off to sleep.

  FIVE

  Back to Work

  Brody woke up in a slight panic. How long had he been out? He looked around the room for a clock but there didn’t seem to be one in view from the bed. Hannah stirred next to him.

  “What’s the matter?” She said sleepily.

  “What time is it?”

  Hannah reached for her phone on the table next to the bed. “It’s almost one.”

  “Shit,” Brody got out of bed and searched for his clothes.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” he said. “I just had a bunch of stuff to do today.” Brody dressed quickly. “Sorry to leave like this. But I really do have to go.”

  “It’s okay. I’ve been putting off work a little myself.”

  Brody finished dressing and came back to the bed. He leaned forward and gave her a long, deep kiss. “I want to see you again. Soon.”

  Hannah nodded to him. Brody gave her one more kiss and then headed out the door.

  Brody picked up a coffee on the way back to his car. The caffeine withdrawal was finally starting to hit him. The day was already half gone and he hadn’t done shit yet.

  If what Sergei had said was true, this project would take him every minute of his available time to pull off. Brody just hoped that losing half this day wouldn’t come back to bite him in the ass on the back end.