SECRET AGENT DAWSON
Chapter Ten

They headed home, and while Jack was driving, his cell phone rang.

"Um, Rose? Can you not make a sound?" Jack opened the phone.

"Hello?"

"Alex?"

"Ah. Vincent, how are you?"

"Fine, and I am in LA."

"Oh, good."

"Alex, can you meet me at the Staples Center parking lot?"

"Sure, Vincent, but I have to make a detour. I have a girl in the car."

"It's okay. Bring her along."

"All right, Vincent."

Vincent hung up.

"Rose, we have to go meet someone. He is a very dangerous man, and I need you to not be scared, okay? Whatever he does, act like you're going along with it. Oh, and don't worry. I never let him borrow my women in his bed."

"Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"I will be anything you want me to be." Rose smiled, leaned over, and kissed him.

"Okay, and Rose, can you act like you're my woman and act sexy?"

"Absolutely, Jack."

Within less than an hour, they got to the parking lot.

"Oh, shit. Rose, kiss me quickly, and while you are doing that, can you put this in your purse or somewhere?"

It was his key to the office. His almost never carried his badge. Undercover he had to be very careful. They got out of the car and saw Vincent's limo.

Rose hung on him like a second skin.

"Oh, and Rose, my name is Alexander Smith."

"Okay, Alex."

When they got to the limo, the door opened, and Vincent sat there.

"Vincent?"

"Alex? Come on. Get in," Vincent ordered them. "Alex, let Rose get in first."

When they were both seated, Vincent went on.

"Ah, Vincent, this is Rose DeWitt Bukater."

"Nice to meet you, mon cheri." He kissed Rose's hand. "I am Vincent Tressor, designer of Le Tressor Fashion."

"Ah, I like those dresses."

"Okay, I will send you some, Miss Rose."

"Thank you, Vincent."

"So, Alex, does Miss Rose do favors for you?"

"No. I try not to let her do things for others. Only for me."

"Ah, that's good. Best not to let people take her from you. She's exquisite."

"Thanks, Vincent."

"So...ah...Alex, as I was gonna say, this is of one the rare times I am in LA, so my family is throwing a big bash. Care to come with your lady?"

"Sure. Count us in."

"All right. So, I will see you then. Ah...Miss Rose, care to do a favor for Alex?"

"Sure."

"Make sure he comes early."

"All right. Nice meeting you, Vincent."

They got out of the limo. Vincent checked out Rose's legs as she got out. Jack caught him and winked.

As if he would ever let Rose go, especially to Vincent.

They went back to their car and drove home.

"Nice meeting that man. I love his designs."

"You like him, Rose?"

"Of course not. I love you, sexy thing."

"Well, Rose, I love you, too."

They went inside and made love yet again, because Jack thought being with Rose was always a new experience.

*****

A few days later, everything was almost ready. The wedding was just a day away. Jack and Rose had decided they wanted a wedding in a tropical place. They wanted to be spontaneous.

Paola and Rose had chosen the bridesmaid's dresses in different colors.

"So, Paola, are we all set to go to Hawaii?" Rose asked, as she packed another suitcase.

"Yeah, except for the suitcase that you're packing. Wow, Rose. How many suitcases are you taking?"

"Only three, Paola." She winked at her.

"What's in the suitcase over there?"

"Don't open that. It's the honeymoon suitcase. I have a lot of special goodies for Jack and I."

"Well, Rose, you've planned everything, haven't you?"

"Yes, Paola, especially the honeymoon. I mean, I know I am not a virgin, but I love Jack, and he is gonna get some surprises that night."

"Jack better hope he can make it, after what you're gonna put him through."

"He better. I have hours of relaxation tips, so he won't get exhausted."

"Gosh, Rose, tell me about wearing a guy out."

"Yeah, Paola." She laughed wickedly.

So they gathered everything to be sent to Hawaii without Jack. He was working a new case, something about going to Las Vegas, and Vincent had not called at all. Maybe the man was dead, for all they knew.

*****

"Deal," Jack said, as he played poker.

The dealer dealt.

Jack picked his card, and lay two on the table. The dealer gave him two.

"Ready, Daniel?"

"Yeah."

"What do you have?" Jack asked.

"Niente." Jack was surprised. He was Italian. "You?"

"Full house, boys."

Chapter Eleven
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