KILTED DESIRE - Sands of Betrayal (6 page)

“Oh, Scott, take me now,” she pleaded. He was soon entering
her, moving very slow strokes, pushing in a little further with each stoke until
he was fully inside her. He started moving slowly, but occasionally quickened
the pace depending on her moans of pleasure. Katie had her legs wrapped around
him and gripped his back tightly with her hands as he continued to thrust
inside her. After a while, she moved on top and sat astride him, fully exposing
her breasts which he caressed. She’d never been with a man this big. She could
feel him deep within her and was close to orgasm.

“Oh yes, don’t stop,” she cried out.

He grinned. He had no intention of stopping. Even with her on
top, he was still in control. He grabbed her butt and continued to thrust deep
inside her, faster and faster. Her moans turned to screams as her whole body
shook and pulsed with pleasure. He continued to move inside her, holding her
tight. She’d never had a man last this long either, and it felt so good. His
movements became more intense and his body began to shake. She knew he was
close. She arched her back and put her hands on his chest, once again
scratching him with her nails. He moaned and shook as they both came, almost at
the same time. She collapsed on top of him. He put his arms around her, holding
her close, as she lay on top him, kissing her tenderly on the cheek.

“Wow, we have tae do that again,” he said, trying to get his
breath back.

“Definitely, that was fantastic,” she paused. She was about
to ask if he wanted a glass of wine, but didn’t get the chance as he reached
for the back of her head and pulled it towards him. Once again, he looked deep
into her eyes and kissed her slowly, first just brushing her lips with his,
then lingering longer, turning it into another passionate kiss. His strong
hands moved up and down her back massaging her, and then onto her shoulders as
he continued the kiss. After a few minutes, his hands moved off her back and he
gently moved her to his side.

“I think I could stay here forever,” she said, as she smiled
at him.

“Sounds guid tae me.”

“We should open that bottle of wine and come back up here
later. What do you think?”

“Sounds perfect,” Scott said, and smiled.  They both put a
few clothes back on. As they were leaving the bedroom, she turned around and
looked at him.

“In case you didn’t realize, you’re not going home tonight.”

He smiled, and followed her down the stairs.

PRESENT
DAY

It was Monday morning in Baghdad. Scott was preparing to
leave the PCPS office and head to the airport to collect his client. Once he
located his charge, he would go directly to the hotel suite her company provided
and where he would now be living for the next six months. Scott was finalizing
details with his new boss and what he expected of him. Tom Schultz was from
Chicago, a former CIA agent, a U.S. Marine in his younger days, and for the
last three years, in charge of the operation in Iraq. He was tough, but fair,
and ultimately responsible for all guards working for him. He and Scott got
along well and gained tremendous mutual respect as they learned of the other’s military
careers. Tom told Scott, in no uncertain terms, that when it came to the
client, the guard made all decisions regarding safety and security. If there were
any problems with his client not following his instructions, he was to call Tom
and more-than-likely, the contract to protect them would be terminated. No
chances were taken. Clients did as they were told, or they were gone. The country
was too dangerous for anyone who did not understand security and Tom wouldn’t endanger
his guards just because some ‘suit’ refused to listen to instructions. Tom
briefed Scott on current intelligence regarding locations of insurgent activity
and recommended various routes with the safest roads for maneuvering through
the city. He also reminded Scott of the importance of checking underneath his
vehicle before every journey. Crude car bombs were commonplace. Scott was realizing
Baghdad was not quite as safe as the recruiters in London tried to portray it
to be. During the two days since his arrival, various bomb blasts were heard in
the distance as was the sound of machine-gun fire. U.S. troops still maintained
a presence in the city and held an official non-combat role.

Scott collected all his things including his backpack with
his clothes. He was also supplied with a few company t-shirts which were desert
camouflage style, an M-16 automatic rifle with a soft carry case, a Beretta semi-automatic
pistol, three knives, a pair of binoculars, bullet-proof vests for him and his client,
a laptop computer and a cell phone. He spoke to Tom earlier about trying to
conceal his client’s identity as he was concerned about the increased risk of a
kidnap attempt if the wrong people found out that an American woman was there.
Tom agreed and told him whatever he thought was necessary, he should do. Scott
was ready to go. He said farewell to Tom and headed out toward the car. The
Toyota was a few years old; new enough to be reliable, but old enough not to
bring unwanted attention. There were not many new cars on the roads in Baghdad
and it was necessary to blend in as much as possible. Scott was apprehensive. This
was the first time he ventured out alone in the city since he arrived, but this
was his job now. He would have to get used to it. He knew his way around quite
well from his military days and the city hadn’t changed much. In the past, he was
able to rely on his unit for back-up, but this time he was on his own, and he
was going to be solely responsible for another person’s life. The money was too
good to turn down. He would be paid a percentage up front and the remaining
balance paid directly into his bank account when his six month contract was
fulfilled.

The trip to the airport was relatively uneventful. He passed
a couple of places where it looked like a roadside bomb was recently detonated.
Wreckage and craters were visible, as well as the local police. He arrived at
the airport about half an hour before her flight was due to land. Her name was
all he and Tom knew, Britney Parnell. No one knew any more about her. He was
given information just before he set out from the office. Tom said it was quite
normal getting just a name and that was all you needed. A small private plane would
be coming in so there would not be too many people on board. She should be fairly
easy to spot. She was instructed to wait just inside the airport near the security
checkpoint and her guard would meet her there. Scott was thinking about her
name, Britney. Like Katie, he was expecting an older businesswoman, but the
name threw him. He didn’t know any older women named Britney, which was a
relatively new and modern name. Scott made his way into the airport and waited
near the security area. He sat down on a very uncomfortable plastic airport
chair and waited for her to arrive.

About half an hour later, a handful of people came through the
security check point, Scott stood up and walked to where they were entering.
After a few Middle Eastern men came through and walked past him, a woman
appeared pulling a small suitcase on wheels. She was dressed in an all-black
pant suit and had long, straight, striking red hair. She was taller than Katie,
maybe 5’8” or 5’9” he thought, and was wearing make-up, but not a lot. She was
an attractive, classy-looking woman and young, maybe late twenties. It must be
her; it did not take a rocket scientist to work it out. He thought it was not
going to be easy keeping her unnoticed. Scott approached her and introduced
himself. She was well-spoken and appeared very self-confident; not at all
worried that she just stepped off a plane into a war zone. Scott briefly
explained a few things, and instructed her to wait near the main door of the
airport while he went to get the car. He assured her it was safer if she waited
there with police and security personnel inside the airport since it was about
a ten minute walk to get to the car. He would pull the car right up to the door
and get out so she could see him. Everything went smoothly and about fifteen
minutes later, they were on their way to the hotel.

The Baghdad Sheraton was to be their home for the next six
months. It was situated inside Baghdad’s supposedly safe Green Zone right along-side
the Tigris River. Located near the center of the city, the Green Zone was a
heavily fortified area housing government buildings and the majority of top
hotels. Entry in and out was controlled by various check points. It was once
manned by U.S. troops, but was now the responsibility of the Iraqi army.
Although the hotel wore the name ‘Sheraton’ and claimed to be luxury
accommodations, Britney would be in for a shock. It was not part of the
Sheraton chain anymore and had not been for a number of years. The new owners
refused to change the name.

“Are you serious?” Britney complained, as they entered the
suite.

“What’s the matter?”

“This is a luxury suite over here?” she questioned him.

“Hey, yer company booked it fer yer. It’s supposed tae be
one of the best. There’s nae anything I can do aboot it anyway, I’m just here
tae make sure yer stay in one piece. It looks fine tae me.”

Britney exhaled loudly and shook her head, then walked into
one of the bedrooms. The suite was not that bad. It was far from luxury hotel
standards in the U.S., but it was clean and a decent size. Scott thought the
last time he was in this city for an extended period of time, he had slept in
far worse places. The suite was on the top floor of the hotel. The main room
had a couch, table, telephone, refrigerator and a television. There were two
bedrooms and a bathroom, also clean, but far from luxurious. All the walls were
painted white and very plain. No pictures or decorations of any sort were
present. The brown drapes matched the worn carpet and there was a distinct odor
in the room which neither of them could identify, not particularly bad, just
different! The window in the main room gave Scott a good vantage point of the
surrounding area and the parking lot, something that was important. He was not
too happy with the location of the hotel as he felt they were trapped by the
river on the one side, so if they were under attack and needed to get away
there was only one escape route.

“This bed is too hard.” Britney was moaning again.

Scott sighed, but did not say anything.

“So am I allowed to talk to you now?” Britney said,
sarcastically, as she reappeared from her bedroom. Scott thought they had only
been together for a couple of hours and already she was starting to annoy him. On
the way to the hotel, he made her sit in the back seat of the car and told her
not to talk to him when he was driving; he needed his full concentration on
what he was doing.

“Of course yer are. Yer just have tae understand that when
I’m driving in this city, I’m nae only watching oot fer other cars, but I’m
also looking fer bombs and people with guns, as well as craters in the road and
the fact that nae many driving rules are enforced. People just drive where they
want tae and they dinnae particularly stay on the side of the road that they
are supposed tae. It’s nae easy.”

“Okay, I guess I understand. Actually I’m glad I don’t have
to drive myself, I thought you were just being a macho jerk, but I really do understand.”

Scott felt a little relieved. He was beginning to wonder
what he let himself in for, but now she seemed to be more reasonable.

“We need tae talk later aboot exactly what I need yer tae do
while yer here. It’s quite important we go over some things, having some
emergency and contingency plans in place.”

“Okay, shoot,” she replied.

“Later. Go get yer cases unpacked and have a rest, I know
yer must be a wee bit jet-lagged because I was when I got here. We’ll talk
later when yer rested up.”

“That’s probably a good idea,” she said, walking back
towards her bedroom, “I do feel tired, I’ll see you later.”

She entered her room and closed the door behind her. Scott
looked out the window. All seemed quiet. He hoped every day was quiet like
this. He missed Katie and ached to be with her. He missed her touch, her soft
kisses and the way she made him smile. Unfortunately, he was not going to see
her for a while, so he better get used to it.

He went to his room and started unpacking his backpack,
hoping that if he could keep busy the time would go quicker.

It was early evening when Britney woke up. She entered the
main room and saw Scott looking out of the window with his binoculars.

“What are you looking for?” she asked.

“Nae anything, just checking oot the view.” Scott did not
want to alarm her, but he heard the sound of distant machine-gun fire and was
looking to see if he could locate where it was coming from. It was something
she would have to get used to though, but not the first day. He would explain
everything when they talked. He would try to make her understand just what type
of place they were in and what she should expect.

“Do yer want tae go doon tae the dinner buffet,” he asked
her.

“I’m not really hungry,” she said, “I think I’m going to relax
and take a bath.”

“Okay, well, I’m going doon tae get something tae eat, I’ll
bring a couple of plates back tae the room, I’m sure they’ll have some
sandwiches or something yer could eat later.”

“Sounds good,” she said, as she walked into the bathroom.

The hotel food was average at best. It was very bland
looking and tasting. This was going to be one of hardest things for them both
to deal with. Scott found a few things to eat, but did not stay in the
restaurant for long. The hotel did not seem to have many guests, very few
people eating, or even around. Even so, he decided it would probably be better
to eat in the room every day. He was determined to keep her as much a secret as
possible. There were obviously people who would realize she was staying there,
including hotel workers and people at her workplace, but the fewer people, the
better. It was difficult to know who to trust, so he was going to be extra
cautious.