'I thought you'd feel more comfortable in your bed,' he breathed heavily.  His body was reacting sharply to her scantily clad body draped over his mid drift.

She lifted her head and looked into his eyes, 'Blake I could have hurt you,' she whispered.

'Could it be worse than the agony I'm enduring right now?' he questioned huskily, raking his hands through her hair.

Her eyes fell to his sensuous lips, then traveled to his eyes. His dark eyes reflected his aching desire and then he raised his head to her lips, capturing them in a hungry kiss.  Blake pinned her body to his, she felt her breasts press against his muscular chest. He rolled with her till they were side to side.  He gazed into her eyes, his hand slipping under her vest. She sighed from the exquisite pleasure his fingers wrought as he cupped her breast. Samantha ripped his shirt over his head, her fingers caressed the beautiful muscular chest, delighting in its explorative discovery.

'I want to carry you to your bed,' he murmured, his tongue doing erotic things across her upper lip.

'Yes,' she whispered.

Blake effortlessly hoisted her up, laying her gently on the comfortable bed. His body leaned half over her, as his lips possessed hers hungrily. She clung to him, responding hungrily.  He removed her vest, his mouth capturing the beautifully aroused peak, his tongue circled around the erect nipple. He heard her cry out softly.

Samantha's fingers trailed from his chest down  his well tone stomach muscles and lower still until it reached his pelvis.  Unhurriedly, she unbuckled him, gently removing his trousers and briefs. Her palms pressed into the taught muscles of his inner thigh. She heard his pleasurable groan.  Then her hands reached up to cup his erect rigid form. He murmured something unintelligible. She reached to the pocket of her running shorts, removed her weapon and placed it under her pillow.  Blake lifted his head, momentarily distracted, his eyes searched hers questioningly.

'Don't ask,' she whispered, removing her shorts and her satin undies.

His dark eyes studied her appreciatively, Blake held her naked body against his, his fingers erotically traced down her spine, until it cupped over her sexy bottom.  She gasped and arched her body, delighting in his every caress.

Samantha's fingers caressed at the nape of his neck.  Blake's hand came lower until he discovered the soft triangle of hair. She moaned pleadingly, until one finger slid into the warm moist mound. She groaned loudly, her fingers raked into his hair, her tongue was hungrily seeking his, entwining with his till they were breathless.

'I want you now Samantha,' Blake uttered huskily.

'Yes,' her hand touched his encouragingly, as he slid a second finger into the aroused wetness.

'Oh yes,' she whispered.

Hurriedly he scratched in his wallet, quickly sheathed himself and lowered his body over her.  She pulled him closer, capturing his lips playfully, before their tongues entwined around each other in an erotic embrace. Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck as his mouth closed over hers possessively.  Her pelvis raised in eager anticipation, wanting more from him. Blake placed his palm on her thigh, taking his time to spread her legs apart, his eyes trained on hers, and then with a swift force, entered her.  She groaned her pleasure, her fingers raking down his back, her nails piercing into him.

Blake was an expert lover.  He knew every spot to touch to deliver his exquisite brand of pleasure.  His teeth nibbled on her throat, traced a path down to her nipple, until she almost screamed with pleasure, all the while his erect form inside her was giving her the most exquisite pleasure she had ever known. He raised his pelvis repeatedly and thrust into her, making every nerve inside her explode with excitement. She wrapped her ankles around his thighs, raising her pelvis and joining in the momentum, until they were in sync thrusting with each other before they simultaneously exploded.

Blake held onto her tightly and rolled over so that she was atop him. He was panting, she could feel his heart beat wildly against her breast.  Her lungs were crying out for oxygen.  Samantha rested her cheek on his chest, as Blake was whispering in her ear how beautiful their coupling was.  She was murmuring something back, but all her satisfied and fully satiated body wanted was sleep, and moments later she was lights out.

Her automatic biological clock woke her up at six hundred hours. She always slept in the nude, but something was different. She reached under the pillow, her weapon was still there. And then it all came to her.

Oh no, I had sex with Blake Tresscott.

Oh God, I broke all the rules last night.

What the hell happened?

This was a client.  This was a mistake!

 She had to face Blake again.  She had to go back to his office every day, until she solved the crime.  What the hell was she going to do now?  What happened to not getting involved with a man ever again?

Okay we had sex, once!

But it was the most beautiful, earth shattering sex she had ever had.

Frustratingly she could not picture Brad, no matter how hard she tried.  Sex with Brad had been good, satisfying, but never as explosive and deep as with Blake.

Samantha threw the duvet off and hit the shower.  She slipped on sweatpants, a hoodie and went for a jog. The house had been quiet, nobody seemed up as yet. Good she needed time to regroup.  What was she going to say to Blake when they met each other this morning, she cringed at the thought of it. The jog turned out into a fast paced sprint. The adrenalin was pumping in her body. She must have covered close to ten kilometers, as she headed back. Her sweat glistened body cried out for another shower. She slipped on a pair of designer jeans, boots and a leather jacket, scribbled a note for Charlotte, hauled Peter's bike out of the garage, and went to do some snooping around. She worked better alone at any rate.

Samantha knew a warehouse downtown where discreet illegal activity took place.  She had done some surveillance there with Peter previously.  Samantha called the Operations Center at Platinum. 

'Senior Superintendent  how's London?' Kerry squealed.

'London's great,' All things considered. Samantha replied

'Did you know Blake Tresscott is also in London?' she whispered conspirationally.

No Kidding!

'Kerry, I want you to draw me a breakdown for the last ninety days on who has been receiving and scanning the diamonds into stock. Can you have that for me by tomorrow morning?'

'Yes, I'll get onto it right away,' Kerry replied.

Samantha removed her helmet.  She pushed the bike underneath some decaying tree branches, tucked her hair into a baseball cap, lifted the collar of jacket and made her way down to the warehouse. Her heart was beating erratically.  She was being reckless this morning, nobody, but nobody knew where she was. Only if a trace on her mobile was done, would her last known whereabouts become known.

'This is private property, what are you doing here?' a voice barked from inside, before she reached the doorway.

'I have something to sell,' she spoke with the right amount of reservation.

A man with greasy hair, who looked like he had not seen a shower in a week, studied her up and down for too long.

Samantha let the sheet of paper she had in her hand drop to the floor, but her eyes did not follow it, instead she casually looked away. But she noted the skunk glare at it.  He was probably calculating how much his pockets would be lined with if their transaction could be successful.

'Wait here,' he barked and disappeared inside.

Within a minute he returned and was joined by a scar faced replica of himself.

'How much do you want for it?  And when can we see the merchandise? The second skunk demanded.

'Two million,' Samantha replied, 'I can bring it back tonight.

'You're not local,' Skunk Number Two stated.

'I work for a mine in South Africa.  I come here often.  I could supply you as many as you require.'

'Your price is too high, we're not interested,' Number Two negotiated.

'One point five is my final offer,' Samantha renegotiated, 'I came to you first because I was told you make quick payments. A Japanese buyer is also interested, I will sell to him, if I don't get the price I want.'

'Fine bring the merchandise tonight,' Number Two relented.

'I will meet you at Pier 56 at twenty hundred hours.  Bring the money in a brown paper bag, and come alone,' Samantha instructed.

He nodded and slipped inside again.

Now all Samantha needed was to get her hands on a rock that was probably worth ten million and risk losing it tonight. She climbed on the bike again, driving in and out of many streets, ensuring she was not followed. She drove around the block three times before she made her way into Scotland Yard's premises.

'Sam where the hell have you been, I've called you like twenty times,' Peter growled.

'Good morning,' she avoided looking at Blake, he was raking his hands through his hair, as if he also wanted to scream at her.

Could he have told Peter they'd spent the night together, or half of it?

'How about some tea?' she pleaded to Peter.

He glared at her, and marched away to get the tea.

The door was hardly closed, and Blake was gripping her by the shoulders, his eyes cold and angry.

'You just took off without so much as a word?  We were worried about you!' he threw at her.

You left my bed without a word, you don't see me throwing a hissy fit!

'Did you not get my note from Charlotte?'

'It was not addressed to me, it was addressed to her!' he hissed, 'I thought after the night we spent together, you would be a little more cordial.'

'It was just sex, get over it.'

She could have blown him over with a feather.  Dark angry clouds covered his eyes. He could not believe that she could be that dismissive about their night together.

'So where the hell were you Sam?  And why is your mobile off?'

Samantha pulled her phone out off her pocket switching it on again.

'I went to the warehouse,' she murmured and waited for the explosion.  It didn't take long.

'You went alone?  Without backup! 'You broke all protocol!  'You are operating out of your jurisdiction,' he barked.

'Blake, could you and I have breakfast somewhere alone ?' she demanded.

'Oh, it's Blake now, is it Sam?'

What was happening to her?  She had not blushed in like five years.

Samantha walked to Peter's locker, and pulled out the spare helmet, 'can we go?' she pleaded.  Blake walked out.

'We'll see you in about an hour,' she called out to Peter.

When they were outside, Blake extended his hand for the keys.  She handed it to him, lowering her head. He hopped on slammed on the accelerator, and waited for her to climb on.  Samantha slid in behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and felt hot energy like an electric volt hit through her body. She remembered their entwined bodies on fire last night. She wanted to remove her hands, but his one hand held her to him in a vice grip, until she relaxed, then his hand returned to the handle bar. Automatically her body moulded to his, as he turned the corner. She had thought in the angry mood he was in Blake would drive like a Hell's Angel, but instead, he drove courteously, keeping to the city speed limit, and stopped outside one of the swankiest five star hotels.

Samantha removed the helmet, and shook her hair out, 'Blake I'm not dressed up for this hotel,' she informed him.

His eyes trailed over her beautiful slender body, he remembered the feel of her in his arms. He remembered the feel of her naked body underneath him.  He remembered the feel of himself buried inside her.  He shut his eyes trying to erase the memory. 

He reminded himself, "It was just sex."

'Don't worry, you're dressed well enough,' he took her by the elbow.

'Mr. Tresscott, it's a pleasure to welcome you back to London,' the Maitre' d greeted Blake.

Wow he's not even British!

'So what's on your mind?' Blake enquired, after he had seated her.

'I beg your pardon?'

'Samantha, you did not request to have breakfast with me because you had an irresistible urge for my company!'

She looked down.  'Yes,' she stalled, 'I need to ask a favour?'

'I'm listening,' his eyes were amused, there was a smile threatening to reveal itself.

She took out another copy of the diamond, she had proposed to sell tonight.

'I need a diamond like this.  Tonight,' she spoke quietly.

Blake glared at her in astonishment, 'Samantha do you have an idea of the value of this diamond?'

'Four, five million?' she offered.

'Try tripling that price,' he replied.

'What!'

Oh, she was so dead. No wonder Skunk and Skunk did not bat an eyelid at the price she demanded.

 'I went to meet a dealer this morning' she hung her head avoiding his eyes, 'I promised him, I would deliver one tonight, in exchanged for one point five million pounds.'

'Don't become a trader just yet,' he smirked, 'you're in luck, I do have one in the safe at the Bank of England.'

'You'll allow me to borrow it?' she asked enthusiastically.

'Under one condition,' he stated.

'That I return it?'

'No, you make me a promise that Peter and a team of his provides backup for you.'

'Blake,' she jumped up and hugged him, 'thank you.'

'If I had an inkling of an idea diamonds would make you this excited, I would have given you one earlier!' he remarked.

Samantha looked away, feeling embarrassed.

Blake reached out clasping her fingers to his, 'Samantha you are so beautiful__'

'Blake please don't go there.  Last night was a mistake.  It should not have happened.'

'There's no way you can convince me of that.  The heat's been simmering between you and I from the first day we met Samantha.  You can deny it all you want, but last night was no mistake.'

'Well it's not going to happen again,' she informed him, removing her hand from his.

An hour before the rendezvous, Samantha circled the Pier. To every person who looked her way, she looked like a lady of the night, dressed in black leather mini skirt, stilettos, a kinky top that she would not normally be caught dead in.

The suggestive comment Blake had whispered in her ear, when he saw her at Peter's home, was not printable. She did not normally care two hoots about what she looked like, or what peoples' comments were when she dressed for a stake out, but tonight, Blake's comments had affected her. She was a little conscious of the way she looked, although her cool exterior betrayed nothing. The cat calls and the obscene passes men made at her did not help much, she wanted to land her powerful left jab, somewhere to put them out of motion permanently.

'Sierra, you see anything?' Peter's voice beeped into her undetectable earpiece.

Samantha crossed her left  hand over her right shoulder as she responded, 'Negative Panther, no sign yet of my client.'

She was not concerned yet.  Rendezvous was at eight.  They still had about forty minutes. Her trained eye scanned the area trying to identify any muscle men the Skunks may have employed, but none resembled the typical goons she could accurately pick out even if they were a needle in a haystack.  Some thirty minutes later, she heard the crisp voice of Peter in her ear,.

'Sierra you have company at eleven o' clock.'

Samantha went to sit on the specified bench of their rendezvous point.  She deliberately did not even look at the eleven o' clock position. In fact she purposely knocked her fingers on the bench, pretended to nervously look around, impatiently waiting for her contact, when all the while she was totally calm, all her senses in tune, her brain and body in sync in execution mode. With exaggerated purpose, she repeatedly looked at her wristwatch, and continued to wrap her fingers on the bench as if nervous, until the seat on either side of her became occupied.

 Jee are there water rations in London!

It required calculated effort to not wrinkle her nose at the nauseating body odor.

'You have something to sell?' Skunk Number Two enquired.

'And you have something for me? Samantha responded.

Number Two grinned, carefully removing a brown bag from his inner pocket.

Samantha pretended to hastily grab the brown bag.

'Not so fast sugar, I believe we're to make an exchange.'

She nodded, opened what looked like the peel of an orange, to offer an exquisite view of a glittering diamond.

Number One's eyes glistened. Number Two hastily reached out.

Samantha slowly pulled the orange like container closer to her.

'Gentlemen, we make an exchange.  I hand you my orange, and you simultaneously hand me my money.  Agreed?'

Number Two looked around him cautiously.

Samantha wondered if he was checking out for his spies or hers.  She wanted to scan the surroundings as well, but she would not.  She needed him to believe she was alone.

'Everything is under control Sierra.  They are alone,' came the comforting voice from about one hundred meters away, in a panel van that was marked "Water Purification Systems."  Peter had both audio and video feed from where Samantha was conducting her exchange. Three men strategically under cover as hobos, provided panoramic video footage feeding back to Peter.

'They've made the exchange, aren't you going to arrest them?' Blake questioned impatiently.

'This is Samantha's operation.  Stay calm, Mr. Tresscott.'

'You've got your rogue traders.  Get Samantha out of there,' Blake demanded.

'Mr. Tresscott, the only reason you're here is because of your promise not to interfere,' Peter warned Blake.

Samantha did not know Blake was in the surveillance vehicle.  In fact the only way Blake managed to bull doze his way in, was by demanding to have a vested interest because of the valuable diamond he had loaned her. But truth be told, he could not give a fig, if the diamond was thrown to the bottom of the Thames, or if the rogues ran off with it.  His only concern was for the lady that seemed to know no fear. He was beginning to feel things for her he knew he should not. They came from different worlds, they could never be compatible.

The exchange complete, Samantha cautiously stood up, her senses in full alert anticipating any move from either of the skunks.  There was sufficient video footage to prove her case. Her plan was to get the diamond back, disarm both men, and hold them at bay until back up arrived.

But as she made to rise up, Number One reached out with his fist to connect with her temple. With supersonic speed, she lowered her body to the ground, her right leg struck out, bringing Number Two to the ground, as he fell, she ripped the diamond from his hand. Simultaneously as she was dealing with Number Two, Number One struck his fist out again.

'Peter, send your men out there,' Blake barked.

'Mr. Tresscott, Samantha is a highly skilled operative. Our agreement with her is for her to call for backup when she needs it.'

'There are two savages who seem to have no respect for a lady,' Blake screamed.

'Have no fear,' Peter smiled calmly, 'our Samantha is able to without much effort take down four men, all by herself.'

'So you two have worked together often, previously?' Blake questioned.

'We met at a training camp in Israel six years ago.  We've since worked on a few cases together over the years,' Peter smiled.

'So you're confident Samantha is okay on her own out there?'

Peter looked at Blake for a very long time before he said something that shocked Blake.

'Samantha took a bullet for me in a raid two years ago.'

'What!' Blake swallowed uneasily.

'We were raiding an ammunition warehouse downtown, when our operation was compromised.  I was supposed to cover Samantha, but I was picked up by their cameras and within seconds, six men's guns were pointed at me. They beat me up, and I lost my communication device. Samantha knew by then something was wrong. She somehow figured out where I was being held, and came storming in there on my bike. With guns firing at her from all directions, she made her way to me in a zig zag fashion, hauled me onto the bike in front of her and high tailed out of there.  She drove straight to the hospital and passed out outside the emergency entrance of the hospital,' Peter finished his story.'  I know her strengths, and I know her limitations, and at this very minute, she has everything under control,' he asserted.

Blake raked his fingers through his hair for the tenth time.  He had to admit, so far, every hit of hers had connected with both the goons. They had yet to land a fist or punch on any part of her body.  She moved with lightening speed.  Her fists and elbows were connecting to their bodies with amazing accuracy.  He saw her incredible agility,  when she flew from the ground onto the bench to avoid a fatal blow from the foot of Number One, who seemed to be the stronger of the two. 

'How the hell does she move at that speed with those heels?' Blake murmured.

'You mean those weapons of mass destruction?' Peter grinned.

Blake had not realized he'd spoken aloud. He watched with fascination as Samantha lifted herself off the bench into midair and simultaneously, delivered a lethal kick to the mid drift of Number One, resulting in him lying motionless on the ground.

She landed on the ground, the diamond still tightly held in her right hand.  She waved her fingers to Number Two, calling him to her.

'Who the hell are you?' Number Two yelled.

'Your Angel of Death,' she spoke quietly, moving in a semi circular path, as she measured the distance to Number Two before she could deliver a fatal uppercut to his chin from her killer left hook. It almost took the wind out of her delivering that last fist, her body moved with such speed, she covered a full three hundred and sixty degrees, before she regained her balance.

Blake breathed a positive sigh of relief as the second man fell.   He said a silent prayer as he saw Samantha hop on her foot and shake her fist, as if in pain.

'Ouch, that felt like hitting a bloody rock,' Samantha moaned, shaking her fist gently to restore some feeling into it.

Within seconds one of the hobos was at her side, handcuffing the two criminals together.

'Well done Sierra,' he smacked her on the shoulder.

'Easy Gareth,' she grinned, nursing her fist.

'Samantha,' she heard the voice behind her, but could not believe the owner of that voice was in the vicinity here, in the middle of police business.

'What are you doing here?' Samantha calmly questioned him, picking up the envelope of money and handing it to Gareth Cox, the Hobo cop.

'Looking after my interest,' he informed her slyly.

'Ah your diamond,' she handed that to Gareth as well.

'I'm afraid you'll have to wait a while, that will need to be documented as evidence before it can be returned to you, if you don't mind,' she murmured.

'Are you okay,' he smiled.

She very casually moved her wrist behind her, applying pressure to it, against her lower back, to restore the circulation.

She nodded and turned to Gareth, when she saw a crowd of spectators building up around them.  'Hey Hobo, can you give me a lift back to the station, I see the media already got wind of things here.'

'What? You don't want to blow your trumpet to the paparazzi about how a sexy siren from South Africa, came to show Scotland Yard how to get the job done?' Gareth teased.

She narrowed her eyes, took two threatening steps towards him, when he raised his hands in surrender.

'Just teasing Sam,' he pleaded.

'I have a vehicle here,' Blake offered.

'Go on to the station then, I'll clean up here,' Gareth studied the two motionless forms on the floor.

'I hope they're still alive to testify!' Gareth teased.

'If you're so concerned, why didn't you come to their rescue?' she tossed

'And risk coming into contact with that killer left hand of yours!' He raised his eyebrows.

'Let me go and complete the never ending paperwork,' Samantha sighed, she turned to Blake to lead the way to his vehicle.

                                                                               -end Chapter Four-