Safeword

By Jaime Rubirosa

 

THE AGENT

Anna Creighton travels the globe, in the shadow of wealth and power. To some, she is the perfect, devoted girlfriend; to others, a ravenous courtesan. But only a handful of people know the truth: Anna is a secret agent, a modern day Mata Hari, gifted in the art of seduction, willing to do whatever it takes to complete her assignment!

THE MISSION

When a year-long investigation threatens to unravel, a desperate covert agency turns to Anna for help. At first, her task seems simple enough: seduce a wealthy banker, and keep him working as an informant. Soon, however, Anna discovers there's more to the job -- and her target -- than she could have ever imagined.

Now, the two are locked in a deadly erotic game, and the only way Anna can maintain her cover is by satisfying him in every way -- but as their passions rise, will the secrets they carry destroy them both?

This dark 10,000 word espionage tale contains explicit sexual scenes of domination, psychological manipulation, and non-consensual play.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jaime Rubirosa
• Release date: Jan 18, 2013
• ISBN: 9781502212870

Book preview

Chapter One

She saw him first.

He was standing next to an advertisement for Chanel, pretending to read the Economist. He was handsome, with golden hair cut short and textured, and no trace of stubble around his scowl. He slipped the photograph out of his pocket and checked it again, scanning the crowd for some sign of her.

His suit fit a little too well – he'd clearly put in some money out of his own pocket, and it yet lacked the characteristic bulge at the shoulders more experienced players developed, the inevitable result of a life spent at a desk or in the shadows, the weight of sorrow, frustration, disappointment, and loss. His jaw was set at an imperious slant that suggested a legacy hire, which came as no great surprise; there were families who had been working in the service for generations, their progeny blessed and cursed with the foibles and peculiarities to which all dauphins fall heir.

He tossed his magazine in the trash when he saw her; waved, but waited for her to come to him. When she shook his hand she immediately sensed his discomfort, although he concealed it well; his green eyes remained cold and unblinking, suggesting a curious mixture of innocence and experience. A transfer, she guessed, probably a technician or an analyst who had at last convinced his superiors to let him out to play.

Hello! he said, smooth as the devil. I'm Leslie Strand. You must be Ms. Creighton.

Hello, said Anna, politely.

No bags?

Just this, she said, tapping her carry-on. Where's Doris?

Still at the embassy, I'm afraid, said Strand, stopping for a moment to glance at one of the large, banana-yellow signs overhead before weaving through a crowd of German tourists. Some last-minute crisis. She'll join us when she can.

There was a slight, curious trace of old RP at the edges of his words, although he'd obviously taken care to minimize it. He glanced at her every so often as they walked through the airport, as if half-expecting her to bolt. When they arrived at his car, he did not bother to open the door for her.

First time here? said Strand, once they'd looped onto the M4.

I lived here when I was a girl, she said, watching meadow and copse slip by behind snub-nosed trucks and hatchbacked sedans. A few years. In Pimlico.

Ah. So this is a homecoming for you, then.

He knew all this already. He'd read her file, most likely.

I suppose.

How nice. And how do you know Ms. Mosley?

She was a friend of my father's, said Anna, carefully.

Ah, yes. Quite a man, your father. He's a legend, around the office.

She did not respond. He was testing her; she was not interested in passing. They rode the rest of the way in silence. If the quiet bothered him, he gave no sign of it.

Gradually the trees gave way to fences, houses topped with pink and maroon tile, brick buildings with white trimmings, before all surrendered to the chaos and grandeur of the city, jumbled and dense and endlessly varied.

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Doris was already at the hotel when they arrived, murmuring into an