The International Assassin A Sexy Times Crime Thriller - Plot & Excerpts
We arrived just before lunch. After the long drive through France I was ready for a shower and a room service lunch. Nick opted to park the car himself rather than trust it to the valet which was probably prudent given the lethal cargo in the boot, although this meant we had to walk with our luggage the short distance to the main entrance which felt less dignified than rolling up to the red carpet in the Aston. Such sacrifices a girl has to make in the name of discretion when travelling with a spy. We approached the check in desk.“Good Morning Sir. Welcome to Geneva. Checking in?” asked the receptionist.“Yes. Mr. and Mrs. Salinger,” Nick replied handing over our passports.Nick had managed to secure me a fake replacement passport within the time it had taken to get me out of Hackney. While I liked the idea of being Mrs. Salinger being married without the benefit of a lavish wedding felt much less agreeable.“We have a lake view suite for you. Champagne is on ice in your room as per your instructions and lunch will be served to your room at one p.m,”
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