SECRET AGENT DAWSON
Chapter Four
It was the early morning. Jack had to be at
work at seven o'clock AM.
He had eaten some pasta and put it back in
the fridge. Then took off his boxers and moved closer to Rose.
She was still asleep. She turned to face him
and opened her eyes.
"Well, good morning, beautiful."
Rose looked more pretty even in sleep.
"Good morning, handsome." Jack had
a glow in his face. She saw it, and it made her happy, too.
He leaned closer and kissed her.
"So, Mr. Dawson, do you want
breakfast?" She was about to get up, but Jack pulled her down.
"This early? It’s five o'clock AM, and I
need some loving before I go to work."
"You have to work?"
"Yeah. My boss called last night. I came
to tell you, but you were asleep."
"Sorry. I guess you really wore me out
last night."
"Really?"
"Yeah. You were an animal."
"Well, that’s the first time I have ever
been referred to as an animal."
"Really? The hell you say."
"Really, cara mia."
Then he eyed her like a cat going in for the
kill. He started making growling noises.
"Jack, don’t."
"What?"
"Don’t attack me."
"Okay. Then I’m going to have my evil,
dirty way with you."
"Yeah, well, you gotta catch me
first."
She leaped off the bed and ran into the
living room.
Jack cornered her. Boy, he was fast.
"Come on, Rose. Surrender?"
"Not without a fight."
He pushed her up against the wall.
She looked into his eyes. She brought his
head toward her lips. Jack grabbed her legs.
"Jack, what are you doing?"
"You’ll see."
He put her legs around his hips. She grabbed
him and led him into her. She was so hungry for him, she urged him on, their
eyes never leaving each other’s, each gasping for breath. Jack’s face started
to flush and Rose’s heart skipped a beat, both satisfying their carnal urges.
They ended up on the couch. Rose was laying
on top of him.
It was now six o'clock.
Jack went to go take a shower. Rose was
making breakfast.
Jack came out of the shower fifteen minutes
later, headed to the room, and put on a suit that he got from the closet.
His hair was still wet, so he got the blow
dryer. Not that he was gay; it was just that he didn’t like to get sick. His
job required no illnesses, and he tried his best to not let that happen.
Rose finished making breakfast. The steak and
eggs with orange juice lay on the table for Jack.
Jack put the final touches: his guns
underneath his jacket, a knife on his right ankle, handcuffs in his back
pocket, and he adjusted his tie.
He walked to the kitchen. Rose was wearing a
cute little red dress.
"Well, someone’s looking hot," said
Jack, strutting his new suit that he had never worn until now.
"Tell me about it, hunk," Rose
said, teasing him.
"What? This old thing?" He pointed
to his tie.
She went to hug him. She felt something
bulging under his jacket.
"Jack, what’s this?" She opened his
jacket.
She saw two guns and bullets linked to the
jacket.
"Jack, I know you’re a security guard,
but why all of this?"
"Rose, I need you to sit down."
"Okay."
"First, I’m gonna ask you a question.
Then, I’ll explain this." He pointed to the guns underneath his jacket.
"All right."
"Rose, do you love me? I know we’ve only
known each other for...what...almost two days? But in all honesty, I’m in love
with you, Rose."
She looked into his eyes.
"You're serious, aren’t you?" she
asked.
"Yes, Rose. Marry me?"
"Well, I wasn’t prepared for this, and
so fast."
"I know, Rose, and I’m sorry."
"Okay. You got it, Jack. I’ll marry
you." She had tears in her eyes. "I love you, Jack."
He went to her, and hugged her as she cried.
"Okay. Rose, now I have something to
tell you. But you mustn’t tell anyone, ever. Swear on your life."
"Okay. I will."
"I am a secret agent for Omega 3. I have
been working as an agent for five years. Before I met you, I was undercover in
a weapons operation. I’m not a hired killer or anything like that.
Although--I’m not gonna lie to you--I do what I have to do to survive."
Rose was in shock, but she still loved him.