Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

Cooper.”
    Coop’s look didn’t improve. His steel-blue eyes didn’t get less intense, and his jaw didn’t ease up on its clench. He looked ready to go.
    I put a hand on his arm, “When we land, we will talk about it. Right now, we need to remember that none of us can win this alone.”
    He nodded and placed a hand over mine, holding it to his arm. He squeezed, “Keep telling yourself that it’s all going to work out, and that he doesn’t have an ulterior motive. It’ll make banging him, that much easier.”
    Servario growled.
    Coop got up and left for the seats at the front.
    I swallowed and looked at Servario, “He shouldn’t be able to bother you, if fucking me was the only thing you and I had going.”
    He gave me a look, but I couldn’t see the answers on his face.
    Then something else occurred to me. “Why did you actually make me have sex with you? I get that you lied about wanting revenge for your father’s death to appease the CI and CIA, but you didn’t have to actually do it. You could have just taken me to the hotel and made me kill the fat man, and that would have been the end of it. Or we could have run from the beginning, like we’ve been doing. You could have told me the truth.”
    He smirked, “Evie, I wasn’t lying to them; I wanted you. Not to mention, I needed to keep up the façade of sex-addicted arms dealer.”
    I shook my head, “You are addicted to sex. I can tell. I think you did all of this to use me, even if it was just a little. You haven’t told me anything, or utilized the time we had to help me, or my father.”
    He raised his eyebrows, “No, I utilized it to fuck you, a lot. I’ve always wanted to have sex with you. Well, before you were married. With James you were so sad and lonely. I saw you before, when you were twenty-one. You were full of life and excitement, and piss and vinegar. I didn’t know that girl was gone, until I saw you about six months ago, when I discovered James had knowledge of the Burrow. I started watching you the same time this lot did.” He nodded towards Coop and continued, “When James died you seemed even worse, until you found out about the affairs. That’s when I saw it. There it was—a tiny spark of the girl who was once there. She resurfaced for a moment and I knew she wasn’t lost, only buried in your sad existence.”
    The tingle in my belly grew, “You made me have sex with you for fun?”
    He shrugged, “I didn’t make you do anything. You did it all on your own. I needed to keep up my reputation, and I needed it to be hard on you, or they would have suspected something. Guys like me don’t fall for or help girls like you. You wanted everything we did.”
    I shook, “No. I did it because I thought I had to. You scared the hell out of me. You made me kill someone. We could have run. I thought I needed to keep my children safe. I thought I was…oh my God.” I unbuckled and walked to the back of the plane. I closed the door to the bathroom and sat on the toilet.
    I did it, because I wanted to. I wanted him. I was an idiot and slowly becoming a ho.
    I shook my head. There was no room left for the things still floating outside, waiting to be dealt with.
    My throat got thick. I turned and threw up lunch from the plane ride to Boston.
    I flushed and washed my face and fled for the safety of the dressing closet.
    I sat there, dumbfounded, until Luce came into the back.
    “This it?” she asked, already pulling her shirt off.
    I laughed because it was better than crying.
    She started pulling things on. Her tight, fit body was leaner than I thought.
    She fit the four perfectly.
    She made a face at the tightness and plucked at it, “See, too tight.”
    I sighed, “It’s perfect. That’s how it’s supposed to fit.”
    She looked at it and wrinkled her nose.
    Roxy pulled back the curtain. Her expression was fierce for thirty seconds until she clapped, “Makeover!”
    I laughed and Luce moaned.
    Roxy pointed, whispering savagely, “You bitches want to try on my clothes and steal my shoes. Then I get to make over the lesbian.”
    Luce looked wounded, “I’m not gay.”
    I laughed harder and got a better seat for the show.
    Roxy nodded, “Yes, you are. You just didn’t realize it yet. Here, feel these.” She grabbed Luce’s hand and placed it on her perky breast. Luce shook her head and attempted to pull her hand back, “No… no… this is wrong. Please, don’t make me.”
    Roxy frowned, “I have very nice