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Avenue, each rushed to get
ready.  
    They had
adjoining rooms.   Carmen slipped
into hers while Alex moved into his.   “Twenty minutes,” she said.   “We need to hurry.”
    Carmen
laid out her black cocktail dress and shoes, and added a string of pearls.   When she stepped into the shower, she
heard a door crack open and knew.   Through the glass shower, she watched the door to her bathroom swing
open.   A very naked Alex walked
inside and knocked gently on the glass.   “Room for two in there?”
    She
wanted to say there wasn’t, that they didn’t have time for this because it was
too important to screw it up.   But
she didn’t.   She opened the door and
watched a rush of steam roll out and cover his feet.   She looked at him standing there and
wasn’t sure if she ever had seen anything quite as magnificent as what she saw
now.   He was beautiful.  
    What am
I doing?
    He
stepped behind her and reached for a wash cloth and a liquid bottle of soap on
the shower rack across from him.   She could feel him growing erect behind her and it was something he made
no effort to hide.   In fact, he
pressed against her and started washing her back with the cloth while his penis
slipped between her legs and buried itself between them.   He smoothed his way down to her buttocks
and then to her legs, coming up again until he reached between her legs and
lingered there while keeping the wash cloth barely moving.  
    To her
surprise, she climaxed.   She caught
her breath and after a moment, she turned to face him.   He was pouring shampoo into his hands.   “Watch your eyes,” he said.  
    As he
washed her hair, he lifted it up and kissed her neck and her breasts as he did
so.   He hadn’t shaved since morning
and the roughness of his beard was almost too much for her to bear against her
skin.   She was on fire.   She wanted him inside of her.   But when he finished washing her hair,
he rinsed the soap clean, kissed her again and stepped aside.
    “I know
we don’t have a lot of time.   Give
me three minutes and I’ll be showered.”
    “You’re
joking?” she said.
    “It’s
true,” he said.   “I can shower in
three minutes.”  
    “That’s not
what I meant.”
    He
winked at her.   “There’s always
later.   You need to do your hair and
makeup and get dressed so we can get out of here.”   He opened the glass door for her.   “Don’t worry,” he said.   “I’ve got plenty planned for later.”

 
 
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    When
they stepped out of the hotel room and into the night, they snagged a cab on
Third and told the driver the address.  
    They
needed an element of surprise, so Carmen wore her hair up and kept her face
concealed behind large, trendy round sunglasses that suggested she either was a
celebrity or a movie star.   Jean-Georges never had seen her in a dress and he wouldn’t be expecting
her at an event such as this, especially since it was likely he already had
viewed the photo of her lying dead in Central Park.   She checked her Glock G19 and concealed
it in her bejeweled purse.
    Alex
took her cue from the celebrity handbook and appeared even more
unrecognizable.  
    He’d
shaved.   His curly hair was brushed
away from his face and gleamed from the gel he’d put in it.   The look emphasized the squareness of
his jaw.   Assisting to that end were
the dark aviator sunglasses he wore.   His tux was standard black and white, but the tailoring was
impeccable.   Model or
celebrity?   People would be
guessing.   His gun was just inside his
jacket pocket.   A knife was strapped
to his left calf.
    The cab
hurtled through the city, cutting past and around the slower cars because
Carmen asked the driver to hurry.  
    “What’s
the plan?” Alex asked her in French.   Each were fluent in it and given the name of their Italian
driver--Salvatore Romano--it was unlikely he’d understand them.   Still, they spoke low, as near to a
whisper as possible given the