Accompanying a woman somewhere for sex the night of their first date was not a new thing for Paul.  As far as that went, accompanying a woman somewhere the night they’d first met wasn’t new either.  And, just like this evening with Kat, most of those evenings -- or even afternoons or mornings for that matter -- had been more about work than pleasure.  They had been meant to get Paul into a building to which he otherwise didn’t have access; or get him close to a target to whom the woman at hand was close; or, often, simply give him a place to spend a night that didn’t involve him having his name or credit card number recorded in a ledger or on a bill.

But with Kat, there was a very big difference.  This wouldn’t be a one night stand or even a short, wild weekend of sex that ended when Paul slipped away to put a knife through some mark’s neck or -- from a greater distance -- a bullet through his head.  No, if he played his cards right and impressed Kat -- which of course would be a pleasure to attempt -- Paul would be seeing her often over the weeks to come.

Just as it was with Kat, it had been a long time since Paul had what anyone would call a relationship.  That one, as with the prospective one with Miss Malloy, had begun as a business ploy.  Paul had been able to keep that one professional, leading the woman on for just short of a month while he searched for a way to get to his reclusive billionaire target.  He got the kill, of course -- making it appear accidental, as the Client had requested -- then told his standard break up lie about having a wife and child who needed him to come home.

With Kat, though, Paul would simply disappear.  He and his nearly $29 million would just vanish into thin air, reconstituting as a newly born, full grown man with no past of which to speak, on an isle in the South Pacific where his former life would soon be forgotten.

Slipping up behind Kat, Paul placed his hands softly upon her hips, leaning forward to kiss the flesh of a bare shoulder, then the other.  He pulled her hair from one side, moving his warm, wet mouth to her neck to kiss it as well.  As his lips explored, so did his hands: the right one caressed its way to Kat’s belly, then upwards until his fingers gently curled around a young, firm breast; while the other slipped to Kat's upper back, where it found and began to lower the zipper holding her dress tightly to her shapely form.

“I've wanted you from the moment I saw you on the boardwalk,” Paul whispered at her ear, nibbling gently at its lobe.  “And every moment with you has only strengthened my desire for you.”

It may have sounded a bit corny, like something from a romance novel with a cover upon which an open shirted, muscular man was seducing a sexy, leggy woman with a lacy dress wafting in the wind.  But Paul’s tone was sincere, because -- honestly -- it was actually true.