Joan and Clara went to the kitchen to make coffee. Then when the coffee was ready, Joan served both John and Eric in the living room. When Joan handed...Eric his coffee, she passed a small piece of paper from her hand to his and gave him a wink. Eric assumed he was not to show the paper and immediately slipped it in his pocket. When the coffee was finished, John said he would drive Joan to her apartment. They left. Eric stayed with Clara long enough to help her tidy up the living room and. He began to run his tongue inside her and felt her juices in his mouth. She swelled up. She felt herself starting to sweat. She was ready.She tugged at his arms.She was ready.He looked up at her face. With eyebrows raised with fear, her eyes begging him to be gentle.She was ready.He rolled to his back and pulled her over him. She straddled his hips and braced herself with her arms around his face. She kissed him, ignoring the thought that his mouth had just been where it had been. She kissed. Dammit, he saw me! I was bent low when I opened the door, and that was probably why he reacted the way he did. Maybe he was the smartest of the bodyguards.He shouted something in a language I could not understand, but I guess that it was Russian. He drew a pistol from a shoulder holster and aimed at me. I had switched to automatic fire and put two of the three steel balls into his head. Ah, his head exploded just exactly the way the watermelons do on TV.The other two men had drawn their guns by. "Ish." She paused a moment, hoping, almost praying, and peeked her eyes open. Instead of disappointment, Greg was staring at her with an admiration and desire."So..." he said. "You are the most beautiful woman in this room. You're in your sexual prime. And you are powerful. Are you still wondering why I'm interested in you?"Ada blinked. She was not sure which comment shocked her more; being considered the most beautiful woman in the room, or him knowing that she was powerful. She really hadn't.