other woman began to ride Blair's leg harder, her motions jerky and tense. Can had no doubt the woman was poised to orgasm right there at the bar.
Blair could feel the womans heat through the material of their clothing, and heard the shaky moans as her companion pressed her damp crotch against Blair's thigh. It hadnt been Blairs intention to let her go that far, not until her eyes swept across the room and met those of Cameron Roberts. She was momentarily stunned. The agent leaned against the opposite wall, dressed in jeans, a white cotton shirt, and boots. She looked completely at home, and was easily one of the sexiest women in the room. The fact that Blair found the Secret Service agent attractive infuriated her, especially since she knew Cam was only there to watch her.Well, let her watch , she thought angrily to herself. She kept her eyes on Cams face as she cupped the womans buttocks in her hands, squeezing the taut muscles in small tight circles, lifting her leg hard into the other woman's crotch.
'Let me have it, baby,' she whispered in her companion's ear, pumping her own hips now. 'You want to, dont you?'
'Oh Jesus, yes,' the stranger panted against her neck. 'Oh fuck, unhh - I need to come -' She was so far gone all she sought was that elusive instant of bone melting release. 'Oh, god, yeah ---'
Cams gaze never strayed from the sexual display. Her faced revealed no emotion, nor did Blairs, as Blairs partner in the drama shuddered into climax against Blairs body. Cam might have been embarrassed to witness the encounter had she sensed a shred of intimacy in it. It was erotic, of that there was no doubt. She knew she was wet, but the physical arousal did not penetrate her consciousness. She wasnt the only one watching, although the interest of the others was of a different nature.
As the woman's spasms subsided, Blair extracted herself from her spent partners embrace, grasping her drink from the bar and pushing her way into the crowd. She did not look back at the woman sagging against the counter, gasping for breath. She did not acknowledge the occasional appreciative comments her performance had elicited. She took her time crossing to Cam.
'Enjoy the show, Agent Roberts?' she asked as she stepped to Cams side. The press of the crowds brought her within inches of Cams body. She could make out a light sheen of sweat on Cam's skin in the soft red glow of the lights.
Cam's eyes were impossible to read as she returned Blairs gaze. 'I have a car outside when youre ready to leave,' was all she said. She had no intention of involving herself in a conscious way in Blair Powells personal affairs. She might have to witness them, if Blair continued with this kind of public encounter, but she didnt have to be a participant.
'And if I decide to walk home?'
'As you wish,' Cam replied.
'Im not sure Ive had enough entertainment yet,' she said pointedly.
Cam shrugged. 'The car will be there no matter how late you stay.'
'And will you be?'
'Yes.'
Blair sipped her manhattan, the only drink shed had all evening. She might like to walk on the wild side, but she wasnt a fool. She tried to gauge the agents attitude from her expression and the tone of her voice, and found she couldnt. Cameron leaned relaxed against the wall, her tone friendly, her face composed. To anyone watching, they might be any two women in the first exploratory stages of a typical bar encounter. Except Blair knew they werent, and as much as Agent Roberts made it appear that she had some choice in the rest of the evening, the truth was that the moment they found her, her freedom had ended. She set her glass on the nearest table.
'You dont make it as my choice for an escort,' she said bitterly. 'Im going home.'
Cam followed Blair out to the street at a discreet distance, and once she saw her climb into the car with two of her agents, she headed tiredly toward home herself. As she walked, she tried not to replay the image of a strange woman surrendering to passion in Blair Powells cold embrace.
Mac was surprised to see Cameron walk in at seven a.m. on Sunday morning. The report from the night watch said it was she who had picked up Egrets trail and tracked her down in the late hours of the night. Interestingly, there was no report on the surveillance inside the bar. Roberts would have to do that herself. He nodded hello as she poured coffee and joined him at the large central work station.
'How long have you been on this detail, Mac?' she asked conversationally.
'Since the beginning of the Presidents term,' he replied.
'Have things been this out of hand the entire time?'
He held his breath for a second, trying to judge who he might potentially offend that mattered. He couldnt think of anyone. 'Worse. At least last night we found her. Theres been a half dozen nights, and one whole weekend, when we didnt know where she was.'
'Christ,' Cam muttered. 'How in hell did you keep that quiet?'
Mac shrugged. 'Egrets not stupid. She knew wed have to hit the panic button if she were completely out of contact, so she called in every few hours, randomly, from pay phones, to prove she was okay. We ran around like assholes the whole time trying to find her.'
'No repercussions?'
'Egrets got a lot of pull with her old man. If someone complains about her, and it gets back to him, it better
