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The Agency had lost an experiment. His job was to find her.
Alex glanced at the sender. It was from his wife's phone! Blood rushed to his head.
"What the fuck?" he breathed out, processing the unexpected twist.
He clicked out of the photo and looked at the message stream. She had sent half a dozen naughty photos, and included her face in some of them. And there was a message just above the last one.
"I know I've been naughty today. Want to make it up to you. Waiting at the villa."
"Damn..." he whistled.
Suddenly it all made sense! The cheeky minx! Through the fog of desire now clouding his tipsy mind, it all fit together. The comment at dinner, her hair, that she insisted he take the phone, and keeping him waiting in the bar. She must have found the costume and decided to have a some fun at his expense. Classic Sophie. She had played him masterfully, and he admired her deviousness. Maybe he deserved it on some level, but it wasn't his style to let her get away with it either. No, she would have to be taught a lesson...
Alex suddenly remembered Ben, who had no doubt seen all the photos and the message. He closed his eyes to think, trying to make sense of the chaos swirling across the canvas of his mind. Infinite emotions and choices, some of which could change his life forever. And then, as if by divine intervention, it all fell into place, and a work of art spontaneously materialized, breathtaking in its perfection.
His eyes burst open, and his thumbs tapped away excitedly.
"Coming now. And I intend to make you work for your A-level."
Alex gripped the door handle and swung it open. The villa was dimly lit, except for the table which was bathed in light from the ceiling spots. And there she was, sitting with her back towards the entrance, illuminated like a gift from God. The reverent silence of the hallowed space broken only by the scratching of a pencil.
"Mr Marino," she called out in a sweet tone, not looking up from her pretend work, "Could you please help me? I can't afford to fail your course. But I am scared that I might not be able to handle how hard it is."
Alex's heart-rate accelerated as the magnitude of what was happening sunk in. Steeling himself, he moved past the threshold of the door, and waited until a shadow had passed behind before closing and locking it. There would be no turning back.
"Now...now...young lady. We can't have that, can we?" he responded, slipping into his role with surprising ease. "I am sure we can figure out a way to help you learn to cope with it's hardness."
It was an abused clich__, and their lines weren't going to win an Emmy, but they were both enjoying the famously overused plot nonetheless. And stalking closer, Alex was consumed by the exquisite creature that would soon be at his mercy. Not for one moment thinking of her as his wife, instead seeing her only as prey.
"Oh!" she yelped, as his hands clasped her shoulders.
Causing a shiver to run down her spine as she squirmed her already damp panties against the lacquered wood chair.
"Maybe if you put as much effort into your work, as you do into flirting with all the boys, you wouldn't be failing. So, should we discuss ways for you to earn extra credit, or do I need to call your parents," he threatened, leering over her.
"What? Oh, Mr Marino, please don't do that," she ham acted, turning to look at him with her best puppy dog eyes. "I am sure we can..."
"Did I say you could stop writing and look up from your work?" he unexpectedly boomed, catching her off guard as he pounded the table with his fist.
"Sorry, who?" he roared.
"Sorry...Mr. Marino," she said reflexively.
Which gained her a painful squeeze of the shoulders.
"Sorry who?" he repeated more loudly.
"Sorry...sir?" she guessed nervously.
"You lack respect and work ethic young lady," he hissed into her ear.