ZAMANTHA

I was walking around the crowded airport when some guy bumped into me. "NO!" I screamed and looked at him, "How dare you, Mister! UGH! You just spilled your cheap coffee all over my designer dress! Do you know how much this dress costs?!" I angrily splatted him as he just spilled his Starbucks coffee on my dress.

"Miss, I am sorry. I didn't mean to spill my coffee on you. I don't know what to do, but if you like..." he said and smirked at me, just as I thought, "You can stay at my place tonight while I clean and buy you a new dress."

I thought about it and smirked at him, playfully, "Sure thing. But, what will we do, then? I guess you're not just cleaning me up," I said, seductively, and clung to his arms. He's kind of hot, and I can see that he is rich too.

"There are a lot of things that have come to mind, but, I will get you cleaned up first before we do anything."

"Okay, then," I responded and held on to his arms tightly after we headed outside to where his driver was waiting. His driver opened the door for us, so I watched his driver's uniform and saw the logo on it, then looked back at his limousine and thought, "You must be so damn rich, the limo is so cool and classy."

I admit that the limousine is very elegant, especially when you're inside. Take note, the limo has a minibar, and the drinks inside the bottles are quite expensive. I can't help looking around at the texture, and I see that the windows are bulletproof and tinted.

"Yeah, I know. My father is an entrepreneur who owns a lot of hotels, restaurants, and other businesses," he boasted about his fortune. He got a wine glass and a bottle of OVAL Swarovski Crystal Vodka. He then turned to me and asked, "Want some drinks?"

"Sure, it would be lovely," I replied, "That vodka is so expensive. I can't believe you had one of these."

He smirked, "If you have the money, you can buy it. Wait, you won't get drunk with this, right?"

"Don't worry about me; I've had a high alcohol tolerance since I was sixteen, and now that I'm twenty, I can handle it," I replied with a confident smile.

"That's good, babe. By the way, my name is Jed Carro," he introduced, "and what about yours? I need to know your name, too, sweetie."

"I am Jane Perez," I simply replied.

I wonder how old Jed is, but I don't care about it. The road trip lasted exactly five minutes before it stopped. I looked at where we were, and I can see that we were in a hotel. Soon, the door was opened by Jed's butler, and the other guys or perhaps his bodyguard took his things and bags.

I hopped out of the limousine, and Jed held my hands as we went inside the hotel. The staff didn't bother him much, as they just gave him the key and never entertained questions. We immediately went inside an elevator. As we were inside, I turned to him and asked, "This hotel is yours?"

"Yeah, it's my dad's," he replied, still holding my hands until the elevator stopped at the very top floor of the hotel. I guess that this is one of the private suites of the hotel, which belongs to the owner of this hotel or what. The elevator door just opened and I can see that the place is better and spacious. I can see only three doors on this floor. "Come on," I heard him say and I just followed him as we entered his hotel suite.

I was about to look around and take a tour of his room when he suddenly pinned me against the wall, and I am now trapped in his arms. He smirked while staring at me. I can see on his face that he is so h*rny. To make things exciting, I pressed myself against him.

"What are you waiting for, Jed?" I said flirtatiously and winked at him. Jed didn't think twice and suddenly grabbed me by my lips, and now he was caressing my huge breasts. I know that he will hook up with me because I am his ideal girl and one of his types, according to his background. He usually hates women and is so picky, good thing he finds me attractive.

I almost yelled when he suddenly picked me up while his kiss deepened and his balls are hardening. He puts me down on the bed while sucking the two mountains in front of me.

I moaned slightly and breathed heavily. Damn, this guy is good. But, not good enough. He broke the kiss but he only took off the shirt he was wearing and he also took off the dress I was wearing. I grabbed his belt and unzip it to reveal his shorts as well.

"Wait," he suddenly stood up and scratched something inside his luggage and as soon as I saw it, I smirked. It was a handcuff.

"What is that for?" I asked, innocently.

"For you, babe," he said while smirking.

He went back and was about to put it on me when I thought of a way, so I grabbed his hand and said, "You know what? To make it more exciting, it would be better if I put it on you."

I immediately pulled him and laid him on the bed before I attached the handcuffs to the railings of the bed and put them on his wrist. Now, Jed is trapped by me.

I sneaked in and caressed his face, and he gave me this sexy expression that makes him look hot. I took off my earrings and threw them on the side, along with my clothes. I am on top of him and slowly touch his six-packed abs and down to his boxer shorts.

I could feel his swollen penis, and as I touched it, he moaned gently. I bent down to give him a kiss when the door suddenly barged open.

Just as I always do, I quickly rolled off the bed as the secret agents, FBI, and police suddenly burst into the room simultaneously while pointing the gun at Jed Carro's face. Jed looked shocked and terrified as he realized that he was doomed. Well, he deserves it anyway! I am such a genius, and now he can't escape. What I am asked to do is not difficult, either.

Jed looked at me but I just smirked. I got you now, "You bitch!" he yelled, but the agents got him away. As you can see, I am not that kind of girl. Everything I do is just work, as an agent.

I am Zamantha Mirabella and everyone calls me Zam or Agent Mirabelle, and Jane isn't my real name. I work with Undercover Philippines Investigators or better known by the abbreviation of UPI which also coordinates with the CIA and the FBI.

Believe me, I am not good at such jobs but I can show them that I am also worthy and that I can work well.