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woman was willing to pay to secure his services for the mission.
    Unlike the main living area of the apartment, Dasha’s bedroom was a full on display of luxury and wealth. From the massive and ornate dark leather bound Armani king sized bedframe and matching chairs, the handcrafted dark stone fireplace, to the incredibly intricate and colorful oriental carpet, the room represented no pretense, but rather real and significant financial means.
    Another door opened onto a private balcony, similar to that offered in the main room but smaller. Dasha opened that door and stepped outside, the still warm and humid summer evening air quickly filling the air conditioned room.
    “This is my favorite part of the residence Mr. Walker. I can just make out the Georgetown Cathedral from here, and the river’s waters below look so dark and mysterious.”
    Mac remained inside the bedroom, just outside the balcony area where Dasha stood leaning against the railing as Nigel entered the room and placed two plates of food and two glasses of water atop a small dark, solid wood trestle table and matching chairs that sat directly in front of the fireplace.
    Dasha had already re-entered the room, though she left the door to the balcony open.
    “Thank you Nigel. Please close the door behind you. I won’t be needing you anymore this evening.”
    Nigel glanced at Mac briefly before looking back at Dasha and nodding his head. He closed the door behind him as she had requested.
    “How long has Nigel been providing your security?”
    Dasha sat in one the chairs and began picking at her food – slices of lightly buttered summer squash, roasted tomatoes, and steak tartare with white truffle oil. She paused to consider Mac’s question.
    “It’s been almost seven years now. He’s both very good and very loyal. Let’s not spend our time talking of Nigel though Mr. Walker. I need your assurance you intend to accept the assignment in Libya. Please, sit down and eat while we discuss it.”
    Mac sat opposite Dasha and inhaled the tartare in one bite, his stomach already growling for more.
    “You appear to be rather hungry Mr. Walker.”
    Mac nodded as he worked his way through the roasted tomatoes and squash.
    Dasha’s eyes twinkled as she looked back at Mac over her water glass while taking a slow drink.
    “Would you like some wine Mr. Walker?”
    Mac was eyeing the remaining steak tartare on Dasha’s plate.
    “Yeah – and you can go ahead and pass that steak over my way too if you ain’t gonna finish it.”
    Dasha laughed as she stood up, and Mac found the sound almost as satisfying as the minced and seasoned steak.
    “It is so nice to spend time with a man and not another preening politician Mr. Walker. Or worse yet, a babbling bureaucrat from the United Nations!”
    With a push of a button, a section of the wall to the right of the fireplace opened up to reveal a fully stocked bar, including several bottles of wine.
    “I prefer a nice, deep, red wine at night Mr. Walker. How about you?”
    Mac was now scraping the rest of Dasha’s roasted tomatoes onto his plate.
    “Sure – pour it and I’ll drink it.”
    After opening a bottle of wine, Dasha filled two glasses and moved slowly across the room toward the balcony.
    “I’ll be just outside Mr. Walker. Please join me when you’re ready.”
    Mac smiled to himself. He had already decided to do the Libya assignment, even if it meant working for some group affiliated with the United Nations. Their money would spend the same as anyone else’s. He was now increasingly certain he’d be working a little late night fun into the deal as well, and judging from the way Dasha had been looking him over, she seemed more than interested in offering as much. When the lights went out, we all wanted company – rich or poor, it didn’t matter.
    The fact she was also incredibly attractive made it all the better…
     
    IV.
     
    Mac woke to find Dasha already in the bathroom and Nigel putting breakfast on