Chapter 7

It is four in the morning. Tiffany wakes up and has to go to the bathroom. The four men are still working. She walks over to Mark. He is fiercely typing something on his laptop. She comes and stands next to him. He looks at her. 'Tired?' She asks. Mark nods his head. He stretches out his body. She is now standing behind him and gently puts her hands on his shoulders and starts to massage him. He let out a soft moan. She slowly palpates his neck. 'You have a stiff neck, mister. Don't they provide you guys a professional personal masseur?' She feels a bump on his neck and tenderly draws circles around it, so it smoothens. 'It feels good, the places you touch. I want more when we get back home.' He holds her hand to make her stop. 'You'll hurt your hands. It's fine now, and besides, you just woke up.' He makes her walk around him to let her sit on his lap while facing him. Mark looks at Tiffany and brushes her hair behind her ear. His finger tracing over her cheek, then her nose, and finally over her lips. Tiffany is still sleepy, which makes her look extra sexy. He holds onto her neck and pulls her in for a gentle kiss. Tiffany brakes away from him. 'Stop that! We are not alone.' She whispers to him. 'Don't mind them. Just think of them as nobodies.' She slaps his chest. 'I DO mind them very much.' Mark's hands find a way and travel into her clothes. The one going up and the other one is going down. He licks her throat and kisses it. It makes her moan unwillingly. She stops it from happening again by covering her mouth. It does not help at all as her body begins to heat up. She can feel Mark underneath her. It's poking her now. 'Just go home!' Came from Jackson. 'I should bring my wife here tomorrow. We'll have a double make-out party.' Sighs JD in jealousy, while Mandy begins to type even faster than usual. Tiffany slaps Mark multiple times. 'I said to stop, didn't I. You bunny in the heat!' She is so embarrassed as she gets up from his lap. 'I'm so sorry.' She says in a low voice. 'You don't have to. It's that guy we blame. He's like an adolescent who is seeking for sensuality after his first wet dream with a girl much older than him.' States JD. He waves at Tiffany to come and make her lean closer. 'When we go on field trips, is what we call our operations. There are times when we need to seduce an evil rich lady. I used to do that until I got married and now have a son who is five months old. Mark was single, so he threw himself under the bus willingly and took the incubus role. We had to lure in the ladies and get some information from or to eliminate them. The funny thing is that Mark has to take viagra. His first time being the incubus failed big time. The evil rich lady got mad at him when she could not get it up for him. The lady tried her best. Why not? Most of them have big boobs and big butts, even if it is plastic. Anyone would have eventually given in, in the end. But not Mark. He looked like he was suffering. And now that pervert is getting hard the moment you curse him.' Tiffany finds it amusing. She can't contain her laughter and grabs her stomach. 'Do you have more of these funny stories? And what about Jackson. Will he be the new incubus?' She shakes her head. 'I can't imagine something like that. The pigeon will probably give in to fast.' JD snorts. 'Yep. He is a baby when it comes to these things.'

'Why am I a topic in your stupid talk again? Mark, your girl is interested in me. She tries to get my attention. Keep her on the lash. I swear I'm out of here before I go crazy.' He abruptly gets up after packing his stuff. Tiffany is making a barking noise behind him. 'Woof!' She laughs. JD hit his desk. He is also having to much fun in teasing Jackson.

Mark also stands up. 'Alright, it's time to go home. Let's go, miss puppy. I'll punish you when we get home for making my Jackson cry. You too, oldie. Go home to your wife and kid. Mandy can fix the rest.' Mark closes his laptop and grabs his car keys. He holds Tiffany by her wrist to drag her out of the room. JD yells after them. 'You should come to our house and bring Tiffany with you so we can play together. My wife will love Tiffany. Heard that!' Mark waves his hand before he leaves with Tiffany. They get in the car. 'Shall I drive? You seem tired.' Mark starts the engine and takes off. 'It's fine. There were times when I had to go on without sleeping for days. I'm used to it.' Tiffany pinches his arm. 'I don't care. You do that when you are on your field trip. You can lean on me whenever you are with me. Understand? Don't try to fix everything on your own. Pff. Stop being a strong guy while you are a total douche.' She pokes his upper arm. 'I'll keep that in mind. Go to sleep. It's a long way back home.' Tiffany shakes her head. 'I don't want to sleep while you drive, so let's talk. What's your favorite color and food?'

'Green? I think, and I'm not picky when it comes to food.'

'God! You are so boring. When it comes to playing the pervert, your mouth won't shut. Having a normal conversation with you is impossible. Come on, work with me.' She tries again. 'What is your favorite hangout location? And again. What is your favorite food? Shock me. Impress me. Don't make me feel like I'm talking to a piece of log.' She is anticipating. 'My favorite location is to be in your heart, and my favorite food is y...' Tiffany throws the white towel into the ring. 'Don't you dare to talk further! Why am I even trying? I give up.' She looks away while crossing her arms over each other. Mark laughs. 'Okay. I'll be serious now. It's just that I never talk about these things, and the things I know or talk about are character-based things from the fake identities that I had, up till now. Artificial but still a part of me.' Tiffany now looks in his direction. 'Just like that. Keep looking only at me.' Tiffany is waiting for his answer to the personal questions she has asked him. 'So. My favorite color is white, and green is also a nice color. Going to secluded areas is something I do from time to time. It allows me to feel like I am the only person on this planet. It gives me the time to think and empty my mind, also to heal my wounds. And food? Indeed, I'm not a picky eater. Never thought specific about favoring a food sort. You happy now?' He does not know how to make it more interesting than this. But Tiffany is happy that he shared something about himself. 'I am happy. Thank you for sharing all these with me. I feel like I'm closer to you now.'

'How about you?' He asks her.

'I like pastel colors. They give off soft and warm feelings. My favorite location is to go out with my friends. Going out to drink, talk about what has happened in our lives. Going out and discovering the wild nature is also nice. It feels so great to see things with your own eyes, deep in the woods, then to only look at the tv and wonder how it looks like in real life. As for food. I can't eat spicy and salty things. I like eating fish in any kind of form. Never say no to fish. Oh, and when is your birthday? I'm sure you know mine.'

'5th of not saying until you give me a kiss.' He shows his cheek to her while tapping on it. 'I'm waiting.' He states. Tiffany comes closer to kiss his cheek. '5th of just one more time.' Tiffany laughs this time. 'You cheeky bastard.' She says while laughing and kisses him again. 'It's on the 5th of November.' That's good, thinks Tiffany. 'Oh, I have plenty of time to come up with something. Yey!' Mark is smiling. 'I can't wait to see what you will give me.'

They finally arrive at home. Mark sees something quickly pas by their feet before it disappears into his room. It touches Tiffany's leg. She is surprised. 'Was that a cat?' Tiffany notices that a couple of her plants have been knocked over. 'My plants!' She runs and picks them up. Not too long after that, the doorbell ring. Mark unlocks the door and sees a little boy standing half asleep with his pajamas and a stuffed aminal under his arm. The moment he sees Mark is when he meets terror. The boy looks afraid to talk. Tiffany notices it and pops out behind Mark. She then bends through her knees and meets the eyes of the little boy. 'What can I do for you, sweety?' The little boy gathers his courage and begins to talk. 'My cat.' He says with a soft voice. 'We just saw him. Want to come inside and call your cat? I think that she is afraid of us. Let her see that you are not afraid and that you came all the way here to get her back.' The boy begins to act tougher and walks inside the house. He is showing his cat that he is not afraid and that he is here to save her. 'Kiki, I'm here to take you home. Where are you?' It was silents. Just then, the little boy hears a soft meow coming from one of the rooms. He tiptoes into Mark his room and comes out with his cat in his arms. 'I found her. Thank you, big sister.' The little boy is smiling from ear to ear. Tiffany feels as if an arrow has hit her right through her heart. 'Why are you so cute? Just look at how proud and happy he is.' Tiffany hugs the little boy. 'But does your mom know that you are here? I don't think so!' The boy shakes his head. 'I did not tell her.' Tiffany panics. 'We have to get you back home. Mommy will be worried if she wakes up and can't find you in your bed.' She holds onto his hand and walks to the door. Mark becomes invisible. She passes by him, hugs the little fellow, and now walking hand in hand to bring him home. He feels jealous of that boy as he grabs him by his small waist and raises him. The boy is in the arms of Mark. Tiffany looks at them. 'You two look like father and son. So cute. Let's go now.' Tiffany walks out first. Mark whispers to the boy. 'Want to earn free lollies?' He says. The boy is about to cry but looks at Mark when he hears the word lollies. He nods his head.

Tiffany asks where the little boy lives. It turns out that he lives next door. It was finally clear how the cat came in. The cat jumped from balcony to balcony, which Mark left open from last night. She rings the bell and hears a loud noise coming from inside. It takes a while before the door opens. She had noticed that her son has gone missing. Tiffany can tell by just looking at her face. 'Mommy?' Comes from the boy. She runs and grasps her son out of Mark's arms. The mother begins to cry, so does the little boy. The cat jumps down and disappears inside the house. His mother starts to yell at him, but the boy keeps saying that he is sorry. 'No need to worry, madame. He came over to look for his cat. He will tell you the next time he goes out to bring back his cat.' Says Tiffany. The mother gets up. 'Thank you for bringing him back. I was about to go insane when I couldn't find him in his room. I appreciate it.' The mother does not stop crying. She can't seem to calm down. Tiffany rubs on her shoulder to reassure her. 'Before we go. Can I have your name?' She looks at the little boy. 'My name is Tim.' He says while sobbing. 'My name is Tiffany, and this is Mark. You and Kiki are welcome to play at our house whenever you want. Okay?' The little boy nods his head. He waves with his small hand and goes back inside together with the mother. Tiffany and Mark also go back home.

'What a busy day.' Tiffany says while stretching her back and arms. Mark hugs her from behind. 'Should we take a shower together before we hit the bed?' Tiffany flings his arms away from her and steps away from him. 'Nope. You go and take your shower, sir. I'm going to sleep. To much fun, all in one day is not good.' She seductively moves her hips while walking away and looks at him one more time before she goes into his bedroom. Mark is hesitating. Should he go after her or take a shower? Knowing Tiffany, she would not let him to a thing to her for now. He has no choice but to go into the bathroom. Tiffany has an evil grin on her face.

Mark has finished up taking a quick shower. He covers his wound with a new bandage before he walks into his bedroom. Tiffany is already sleeping. Mark put on his boxer shorts and jumps in bed. He looks at Tiffany one more time and decides to kiss her. But a drop of cold water falls on her face. It makes her wake up to see him coming down on her. 'What are you trying to do, sir? Are you taking advantage of me while I am asleep, you dirty vampire?' Mark waves his hands in defence. 'Just giving you a goodnight kiss. That's all.' Tiffany has a judging face. 'You need to blow-dry your hair and don't sleep like that. You'll catch a cold.' She makes him turn around and sit down on the bed. She gets on her knees and begins to dry his hair with a blow-drier. Since Mark doesn't have long hair, it did not take long for Tiffany to finish it. 'So, it's all fluffy now.' She rubs his head with both of her hands. His hair is in a mess. Mark grabs her hand to make her stop. 'So you like it rough, huh.' He does the same to Tiffany. Her long hair is in disorder. It also becomes static. Mark has to laugh. But Tiffany pushes him down. 'You are so dead right now.' She goes down on him to bite his shoulder. It hit her that he is still injured, so she stops. 'I'm sorry. I forgot for a moment that you had stitches.' So she sits down on his lower part of the body. Not exactly the best place to sit down on a man. But she is unaware of it. Mark holds her by her arms to make Tiffany look at him. The way the hot guy underneath her looks at her is so difficult to resist now. Messy black hair and black eyes gazing at her with lust. The shape of his body that no woman can resist. Tiffany was slowly drifting away from remaining calm. She shifts her body. Mark feels it and gets up with Tiffany, still on top of him. He is waiting for Tiffany to give him the green light. But she covers his mouth. 'Let's leave it here for today. It's just that you are injured, and I need to get up over 2 hours and go to work. I'm sorry. I didn't want to get your expectations up for today.' Mark removes her hand from his mouth to hug her. 'I'm lucky to have met you. You turned me into a completely different man. I'll wait for you. You heard it from JD that I can't get it up unless it's you. So you don't need to worry about that part.' She laughs and kisses his neck. 'A hickey. So, you can show it to Jackson. He'll be jealous of you.' Mark holds his head up high, acting proud. 'Of course, I am going to make sure he sees it.' She kisses him on the lips this time. A few small kisses in a row. 'Compensation for tonight.'

Mark looks at her hair. 'Should we do something about your birdnest first?' He combs it down for her. 'So! Much better.' She hugs him to make him fall backward. 'Let's sleep. I'll keep you warm like this as a bonus.' She rests her head on his chest and can hear his heartbeat. She closes her eyes and quickly falls asleep. Mark wraps her with his arms before he shut his eyes.