Page 4 of Spy Book Boyfriend

The beautiful woman that I had been dreaming about since I first saw her in the coffee shop was going to be mine! I was floored when I received the alert with her name attached. I was hoping and wishing she would take the bait, but I never in a million years thought she would. She was a famous actress, after all. Who would expect her to be open to finding a man via a matchmaking agency?

I hacked into the Book Boyfriend Agency’s website and added a spy program to alert me if and when her name was entered into their system. I also changed their algorithms to ensure she matched with me. When the chime sounded, I wanted to cheer like I was at a soccer match. GOAL! Just between us, I did a little boot scoot boogie in my chair.

As soon as she accepted the match, it was all systems go. The delivery notice was dispatched via messenger. The date was set, and I had the perfect operation for her to enjoy. This was going to be epic. All I needed now was for her to follow the instructions and meet me at the spot.

Anticipation of what was to come had me on edge. Barley able to eat dinner, I decided to go over every inch of the plan for the billionth time. My stomach was in knots, which was not uncommon the day before a mission. It was kind of my thing. In fact, my old team leader still gave me shit about it when we got together for drinks whenever he was in town.

All of my special ops training and my over twenty years of experience ensured that I left no stone unturned. This was my one and only chance to bag this woman. Everything and everyone was in place. I needed to convince her to participate, which should be easy. I heard from Aja’s very own beautiful mouth that she was craving adventure. It was time for her to shit or get off the pot.

My role was that of an evil billionaire who was attempting to solicit the services of a team of nefarious men to destroy the Olympic games in Paris. Her mission was to thwart my plans and allow the games to go off without any of the fans, athletes or heads of state knowing. I really hoped she would use her feminine wilds on me to gain access to my computer. I couldn’t wait to taste those sexy lips.

My computer held the access code to the detonation device. It also contained the names of the men who were tasked to create chaos throughout the games. The defining moment would be to release a poisonous gas into the air at the Champ de Mars in front of the Eiffel Tower during the men’s basketball gold medal game. It was anticipated that the US would win, and the arena would be full of celebrities from all around the world.

We have recruited a player from one of the countries less likely to medal to assist in our plan. He will obtain one of the gold medals before the presentation ceremony and attach an incendiary device. When the final member of the winning team receives his medal… kaboom!

Not only will the medal explode, but the rest of the arena will be rigged to go off like a Roman candle. It was an evil plan to be enacted on a global stage. A new world order would be ushered into the ranks, and everyone would bow down to me as their new King. I was going to rule the world all Pinky and the Brain style.

All Aja had to do was figure out a way to keep the plan from succeeding. I was looking forward to seeing how she intended to go about saving the world.

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I entered the café through the rear entrance at 5:40PM. I arrived early so I could watch Aja as she waited for me. It may seem a bit creepy, but I needed to see her to get into character. When she strolled through the door at exactly 5:45PM she took my breath away. She was instructed to wear all black with a pink rose in her hair. I anticipated black jeans and a tee. I wasn’t prepared for the way she came in there looking like an angel with a black credit card.

The black leather pants she wore had cutouts on the knees and thighs. They were held together by straps that looked like they belonged on lingerie instead of outerwear. Just the sight of those pants put lewd thoughts in my head. My dick decided to wake up and salute the lady.

Along with the sexy pants, she wore a black leather bustier, covered by a light black leather jacket that was tailored to fit her body to perfection. Her feet were adorned with all black Nike Dunks™ that had sparkles on the swoosh. I had never seen any like them. She must have had them custom made just for her. Aja looked like a vixen who was ready to take off running at the drop of a hat. My heart fluttered at the sight.

She took the seat in the booth, as instructed, and looked around nervously. The anticipation of making contact was getting to be. I had to snap the rubber band that I wore around my wrist to reel myself back in. I couldn’t ruin this little adventure before it got started. There was no way I could approach her. I took my seat at a nearby table so I could hear and see all the activities.

At 6PM on the dot, a man dressed on a black suit with a black shirt and shoes. He wore a black fedora on his head that shielded his face from onlookers. The man approached the booth from the rear, sat quickly, and turned his face so she couldn’t get a good look at him.

A butterfly crawled up my throat and flew out of my mouth as I watched with interest. I was never nervous for a mission, but this beauty had me flustered. I could smell her perfume from her table, and it was divine. She smelled like springtime in Paris, and I wanted to lay my head on her cleavage and fall asleep. If she would let me, I would love her for life.

Aja gasped at the strange man’s sudden appearance. Her mouth opened as if she was going to say something but couldn’t catch her breath. Before she could speak, he held his hand up to silence her.

“Don’t speak. Just keep looking straight ahead and act as normal as possible.”

“Are you, my contact?”

Apparently, Miss Monroe had issues following orders. That was something she would need to fix immediately.

“Silence! When I give you an order, I expect you to follow without question.”

I could feel the anger rolling off her back as she stared at him with death in her eyes. I wanted to laugh but managed to contain myself. I loved a woman with a bit of fire, but now was not the time for her to ignite. She needed to stay focused, or this mission was going to fail. Before my mind could drift into a sexual fantasy about this woman, the waiter approached the table. He was carrying a bottle of water, an empty glass, and a goblet containing a nice pinot noir. It was all a part of my plan.

“I am agent 555,” the mysterious man continued.

“We’ve received word that there is a diabolical plan to ruin the Olympic Games in Paris. The man responsible is a billionaire with delusion of taking over the world. As you are aware this is something that cannot be allowed. Your mission, should you choose to accept, is to save the Olympic Games. Drink the water to decline. Drink the wine if you accept. The world is counting on you. Choose wisely.”

The man in black stands and leaves the café. The dilemma is written all over Aja’s face. Should she play the heroine, or should she walk away and continue her boring life? I watched and her hand went to the bottle of water. It hovered for a second and I thought she would chicken out. Just as I was about to approach the booth, she snatched up the goblet and downed the wine.

In my head a chorus of cheers erupted. Aja quickly stood, nervously looked around. As she made her way to the door, I rushed behind her, dropping a $50 on the table to cover her drink. Then I followed her outside. If everything worked out right… yes! Just as I planned, she started wobbling a bit as she walked. Her hand went to her forehead and her legs went out from under her. I quickly scooped her up and helped her into the waiting van I had parked out front.

As she passed out from the drug that I paid the waiter to put in her drink, she laid her head on my shoulder. She was so damn beautiful. I snuggled her into me, leaning my head down to get an up-close smell of her perfume. She smelled delicious. After buckling her into the back seat, I shut the sliding door and made my way to the driver’s seat. Let the games begin.

Five

Aja

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