. yes, I know the perfect target... Maykov takes Spencer to a safe house used by Interpol. After she dresses his wounds and bandages his ribs, determi...ing that none are broken—just heavily bruised—she sets off to get them some breakfast. When she gets back, Spencer is dressing, ready to get back on task.“Where do you think you’re headed off to?” she asks as she walks through the door.“I have a job to do,” he answers, wincing when he puts on his shirt.“You’re not going anywhere at the moment,”. That the reflection of the streetlights upon the rain-slicked sidewalk created the image that stood before him, the rain seemingly of little discomfort to her elegant dress, managing to look both beautiful and haughty. Alexa Wilding stood right there in front of him, impossibly and yet wonderfully alive. “It is rather chilly out here, Mr. Sebastian,” she said, her voice whisper-soft like the lightest touch of silk upon the skin. “A bit of tea would be very nice.” Hers was a voice he would. .."Carol closed her eyes in disgust as she listened to her son- in-law's rationalizations. It was increasingly clear to her that Jack's perverted desires were changing for the worse. The man might actually be flipping... She changed the phone to her other ear. "Alright, I said I'd try. But I think you're pushing too hard. If you'd let up a little and let Kit have a little time to adjust... alright, damn it, I'll do what I can..."Carol was seething as she hung up the phone. The bastard was going. He didn't need to force her. She knew it. He knew it. It had become an expected part of this dance. She reached her hand out to take hold of Mike's penis and steady herself from the rocking of the train. "No hands." Mike batted her hand away. "Fucking amateur.", he hissed. Sabrina opted for keeping her hand on his thigh to steady herself. She could feel his heat as she grew near. Mike was a swimmer, with a swimmer's build. In addition to frequent showers, he was meticulous about shaving..