Silver Fox
Angel watched through narrowed thoughtful eyes as the man approached her. She recognised
him by reputation but not by sight. He was older than she expected, his close cropped hair a silver grey. Despite this, he carried himself well, the dark expensive three-piece suit showing off his broad shoulders and chest. He stopped in front of the booth where she sat and nodded a brief greeting. His blue eyes
crinkled in the corners as he appraised her, taking in the tight pink low-cut dress pausing briefly on her ample cleavage before moving back up to her face and holding her gaze. Angel felt a slight shiver of electricity as her eyes met his. “Angel,” he acknowledged, “your reputation precedes you, although I have to admit that I wasn't expecting someone quite so…,” he paused briefly “delicious…” He grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter and handed one to her. A look of annoyance crossed the waiters face,
and it looked like he might complain, as his eyes met Silver Fox’s they widened in recognition and he
nodded and hurried away.
Angel watched the waiter’s departure with a slight smile took a sip of the champagne, “judging by his reaction he’s aware of your infamous reputation Fox!” She glanced up and down allowing her
eyes to hover briefly on his crotch, “and I wasn't anticipating such a sophisticated package.” She patted the seat next to her. “Please join me.” She watched as he sat down, the twin pistols concealed in the
holsters strapped on either side of his chest were briefly revealed as he adjusted the suit jacket. Angel
shifted slightly allowing her dress to rise up slightly giving him a tantalisingly brief glimpse of her tanned
inner thighs as well as the daggers strapped there.
He smiled drawing his eyes away from the enticing but dangerous view. “Now that we both
know we're serious let's get down to business, we can discuss pleasure later. I believe we have a mutual
target that requires firm handling and I've heard you’re the ummm…, lady for that.”
Angel laughed, “I've been called worse, but I believe you prefer to ease you way into difficult
situations, by making sure the way is sufficiently accessible.”
The man opposite her threw back his head and gave a genuine laugh of amusement. “I suppose
we can spend the whole evening with these sexual innuendos, but I believe that there is business afoot.”
Angel shrugged. “Business, pleasure, sometimes it can be the same thing… especially for the
likes of us…” She ran a delicate tongue across her slightly pointed teeth. “Tell me Fox, the rumour is
you prefer to work alone but now you’re looking for a partner.”
Fox responded. “This is not a normal contract.” He reached inside his jacket and Angel stiffened
slightly then she gradually relaxed as he withdrew a white envelope. “This is the contract. I’ve already
received confirmation that the deposit of five hundred thousand has been made to my account, I’m
happy to split the commission fifty-fifty.”
Angel glanced at the envelope then picked it up, sliding one pink nailed finger beneath the edge
of the flap and pulling out the single piece of paper, frowning slightly at the contents. She turned to Fox
who was watching her intently and again she felt a brief surge of heat between her thighs. “This is a
contract to terminate an Archangel.”
“A rogue Archangel!” Fox corrected. “Azrael; has pissed off some people, some very important
people, and who better to approach as a partner than the Dark Angel.”
Angel glanced at the signature at the bottom of the page and her eyes widened. “You’re not
shitting me, this come from the very top.”
Fox grinned. “Or the very bottom.”
Angel finished her glass of champagne, “bottoms up to that!” She signalled the waiter for a
replacement. “Is it true that you made a pact with Satan himself to pay off past indiscretions as hells
assassin, to rid the netherworld of problems that have become irksome, annoying or just damned
boring?”
Fox took a sip from his glass and grimaced slightly. “That’s the thing about stories, they’re not
always necessarily true, but by allowing them to grow and expand just adds to the reputation, fuelling a
legend.” He put down the champagne glass and signalled the waiter. “Enough of this shit, I heard your
drink of choice is Tequila.”
Angel nodded as the nervous waiter placed two shot glasses, a shaker of salt and a plate piled
with lemons in front of them. He broke the seal of a bottle of Don Julio Tequila and poured them each a
generous shot with shaking hands then left the bottle.
Fox raised his glass. “Let’s drink to new alliances.”
Angel raised glass and clicked it against his and swallowed with a sigh of pleasure then frowned.
“You didn’t answer the question!”
“Didn’t I?” Fox shrugged and poured them each another generous measure of tequila. “The
world is a dangerous place, but you and I, dear Angel, are monsters from an even darker, deceitful and
treacherous hell, and the only thing we fear is dying of… boredom. Shall we take this bottle to the
bedroom to continue our conversation about which of the two of us is the most dangerous?”
Angel raised a delicate eyebrow, “hmmmm… you leave me with little choice, I like a man who’s in
charge.”
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