Lost in Magadan: Extraterrestrials on Earth

“Thanks. I didn’t tell her I had the men-in-black following me. Thought it may put a damper on things,” Mike doubled tapped the roof of the SUV with the universal ‘okay to go’ signal and ran back in to the bar. He spotted Nikita in the back, near the band, and made his way over to her.

“Damn, I thought you might have fallen in or something, cause I knew damn well you were not going to ditch me,” she said jokingly.

Mike laughed, “Everything is all good. Let’s go put a hurting on that mini-bar.”

They had to go out to Pacific Avenue, the next street over, to make their way back to the hotel because the police had blocked off Atlantic Avenue for foot traffic only. Back in the hotel, Mike opened the mini-bar.

This mini-bar will cost me more than a damn hooker. Oh, Well, you only live once.

“What’s your poison?” Mike asked, while leaning over and peering into the mini-fridge.

“Vodka, of course.” She laughed as she flicked her high heels off.

Mike filled a glass with ice and slowly poured the vodka. He sauntered over to Nikita with the glass, but when she reached for it, he pulled it away. She smiled at the game, and when she made a grab for the glass, he pushed her up against the wall. Wrapping his free arm around her waist, he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She was a good kisser, and she already tasted like vodka. He disposed of the drink, and his hand dropped from her waist to her firm buttocks, he squeezed. He could feel her heart pulsing as his right hand slid up her the inside of her blouse and cupped her left breast. Next thing he knew she was on the bed, and he was on top of her. Two hours later, they collapsed on the twisted sheets, naked and exhausted.

The next morning, Mike woke to the scent of a strong ocean breeze. The curtains were billowing inwards from the wind, as it pushed through the open glass door. Sunlight was pouring into the room from the balcony that overlooked the ocean. That’s where he found her. Her naked body silhouetted in the dancing curtains, with a cup of coffee pressed to her lips. He stood up, aware of his own exposed body, and walked toward her. She turned to him and smiled.

“Aren’t you worried about someone seeing you naked?” he asked with a cocky glint in his eye.

“I think we are well past that, don’t you?” she retorted, as she pushed her blonde locks out of her face, to gaze at him.

“I didn’t mean me,” he told her, his voice growing heavier as he filled the space between them.

“We’re twelve stories up, it would not be much of a show,” she challenged.

“It was one hell of a show last night,” Mike chuckled.

“It was wonderful. I hope we can do it again.”

Mike answered the plea in her voice, as he pressed his lips against hers.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Virginia Beach, VA

Last July

Nikita Smirnov felt the cool beach air blow around her naked body, after round two this morning. She was standing on the balcony caressing a fresh new cup of steaming hot black coffee that she had made in the complimentary hotel coffee maker. It did not even cross her mind that early morning joggers may look up and see her exposed and lost in thought on the balcony. Last night did not go as expected.

The previous evening, she had gone to the bar with some of her girlfriends from work. The plan was to get drunk and crash at a friend’s house near the beach. Then she saw him. She knew what he was the second she laid eyes on him. She had been looking for him, it, for three years. As soon as she saw him, she had excused herself and called her contact in New York. When she asked for instructions, her contact said, “Honeypot. Don’t let him out of your sight until I arrive.”

Last night’s sex was amazing. She would have slept with him regardless of the mission. Now she had to keep him in sight until the Master arrived. The Nordic visitor seemed to be alone on vacation; it should not be hard to convince him to hang out with her. She knew how to keep him occupied until reinforcements arrived. She heard footsteps behind her.

“Are you trying to make history repeat itself?” Mike teased.

“I should probably try to finish one cup of coffee?” She giggled, twisting her index finger in her short hair.

“Well, don’t let me stop you. You will be needing your energy for later tonight.”

“Tonight?” she probed.

“It was one hell of a show last night,” Mike chuckled.

Mike picked up on the nervous tremor in her voice and mistook it for insecurity. “I had a fishing trip planned for afternoon, but I’ll be back on land tonight.”

Nikita could not risk losing this asset, and she was kind of hurt at the seeming lack of desire to stay with her. Pushing up on her toes, she crushed her lips to his. She pushed him toward the bed, “I don’t want you to miss your fishing trip,” she teased as he melted into the bed beneath her.

“This is kind of like fishing, only the payoff is much better,” Mike hinted.