Free Roadside Service by Jo Matthews, B. L. Wilde

you get to travel again, don’t you?”
    “Maybe,” I smirked, going back to my file.
    “You and Georgie always get to travel.” Molly let out a deep sigh before pulling her own target information out to read up on.
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    “Oh, God…yes, Jade!” I was slowly riding up and down on Mr. Manning’s less than impressive length. His divorce had ended badly this year, and his wife was very bitter. She’d paid for a Seductor to steal her diamond necklace that he had been awarded by the courts, as an extra payment for his betrayal. A woman scorned and all that crap, I guess. The necklace was valued at over one hundred thousand dollars, so I could see why she wanted it. I was sure the ex-Mrs. Manning would get over his treachery once she’d gotten her diamonds back.     
    “I can’t believe how turned on you make me,” I moaned, arching my back as I pushed harder against him. These men were all the same. You could fuck them senseless and then steal their whole life while they slept. It was so easy.  
    “I can’t believe I’ve only known you for three days,” Mr. Manning panted as he moved his hands up to my lace covered breasts. I forced a grin, moving them away. I didn’t like to be touched if I could help it. I was still more or less fully clothed, too. I’d just hitched my skirt up and opened my top, wanting to make this quick so I could start planning for my mission with Mr. Kirkham.
    “Let me do the touching,” I smoldered, pushing his arms behind his head on the pillows. “If you still have the energy once I’m finished, you can touch me anywhere you want.” Mr. Manning nodded, groaning as I began slam down onto him, moving my hand behind me to play with his balls. By the time I was done, he wouldn’t be able to move and I’d be able to take the diamond necklace from his safe. I’d be gone before he even awoke.
    Another mission completed, and yet somehow, I knew my next mission wasn’t going to be quite this easy.
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    I’d only touched down in London a few hours ago, but I was already perched on a stool at the exclusive Savoy Hotel Bar where Mr. Kirkham was staying. I’d opted for a simple black cocktail dress, which showed off my ample cleavage perfectly. I was lucky—I had curves in all the right places and was able to drive the men wild. My breasts were debatably one of my best assets, and completely natural. After curling my hair, I’d pulled half of it back and pinned it in place. I was touching my lipstick up when my target finally arrived in the bar.
    His picture really didn’t do him any justice. As he glided through the room effortlessly, he shook hands with a few people he must have known. He looked younger than his photo, but then I had read that he was only thirty-two.  
    I suspected a lot of the people in the bar would be attending the industrial conference that he was leading this weekend. That was going to make it difficult for me to try and get him alone, but not impossible.
    The first contact with a target was always about observation — watching for any threats, taking note of their favorite drink, being ready for that first connection,andlastly, making sure you were the actual sex the target was attracted to. I’d been there once before and I can tell you now, I may have been good at my job, but I wasn’t that good.
    Mr. Kirkham definitely liked the ladies. I watched his hands linger on a few attractive women numerous times in the first hour I sat watching him.
    For a rich man, I was shocked to discover his preferred drink was a bottle of lager, but then again, maybe he was just trying to relax. Lager was a lighter drink than liquor.
    He seemed to have the gift of conversation, too, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I was looking forward to meeting him.
    “Can I buy you a drink, Beautiful?” I heard the guy sitting next to me ask. I sighed, trying not to roll my eyes at the drunken idiot.
    “I’m good, thank you,” I smiled, turning my stool away from him.