There was a black BMW sitting by the curb when she left the station at the end of her shift. It honked and she bent over to look inside.

"Hey, baby, how about I take you home and tie you up and make you beg for mercy?" the driver asked.

"What, again?"

He smiled slightly.

"What are you doing here, stalking me?"

"I know when your shift ends. And I know you take the subway home."

"Someone ought to make you a detective or something," she said.

"Get in."

She opened the door and slid inside.

"Nice car? Yours?"

He shook his head. "Nah."

"Nice perks you feds get, a free sports car every job."

Agent Daniel Lucas had been driving a Lexus during her brief undercover stint as a model, where she'd worked with him, and where he'd introduced her to his particular talents in bed.

"Gotta maintain the image, officer."

"We going anywhere in particular?"

"I thought I'd take you to a cheap restaurant, then tear your clothes off, throw you up against a wall, and, you know, basically have my way with you."

"How cheap?"

"Drive through at MacDonalds?"

"That's too cheap. For MacDonalds I get to be on top."

He grinned. "Not unless you're giving me a lap-dance, baby."

"Well, then, you better come up with something a little higher class. I don't let myself get thrown up against a wall for just fast food."

"You say that like you get a choice, slave girl."

She snorted.

"I like the hair. I miss the blonde, but this is nice too."

"You better like it. Not that I'd care, of course."

"I fucking love your hair, no matter what color it is."

She raised her eyebrows.

"It's so nice and long and thick. I can wrap it around my fist real easy."

She rolled her eyes.

"Drag you around by the hair the way a man was meant to," he said.

"A cave man, maybe. I'm beginning to see why you aren't still married."

"That and my ex being a fucking psycho. I mean, all women are crazy to some extent, but she was just way over the line."

She raised her eyebrows and he turned to grin at her.

"Don't worry, baby. You're not a woman, you're a girl."

"Oh yeah?"

"Girls are a lot saner than women. Women take on more craziness as they age."

"I got a teenage cousin you might want to date then."

He grinned. "You're young and innocent enough for me, baby."

"And you see it as your goal in life to... what, corrupt me?"

"Teach you, like a mentor."

"Uh huh."

"You can call me sensei. You must have used that when you were learning the martial arts"

She smiled faintly and looked out the window.

"You want me to call you Sensei, huh?

"That means master, right?"

"Actually, it means teacher, but it's the same general sense of the word."

"There you go. So you can call me sensei."

"I can call you a lot of things," she said dryly.

"Not unless you want a spanking."

She sniffed. "Maybe I'll tie you up."

"Naw, only wimps would let themselves get tied up by a girl."

"Anyone ever tell you, you were arrogant as hell?"

"Yeah. You, as a matter of fact."

"Well, I was right."

They went to a place on East 62^nd for dinner. It wasn't fancy, but it wasn't MacDonalds.

"So what has the DEA got you doing now?" she asked.

"Looking for some explosives that went missing."

"Dynamite?"

"C4. Not enough to bring down a building, mind you, unless it's a small one, but it's still nasty stuff. Walked away from a National Guard armory."

"So an inside job."

"Probably. You back on the street?"

She nodded. No more high stilettos."

He grinned. "I liked you in stilettos."

"Wearing them made me taller than you."

"I'm okay with that. My ego is secure."

She snorted.

"I see you in a nice pair of thigh high leather boots with six inch heels."

"You have some kind of imagination, then."

"And nothing else."

"Uh huh. You think about sex a lot, do you know that?"

"Yeah, I asked my shrink about it."

"Yeah, and what did he say?"

"He said it's that penis thing I got."

She smirked.

"Your little head taking over from the big one."

"My little head and my big head tend to be in agreement whenever the subject is you, officer."

She snorted.

"We like to see that flushed look on your face and upper chest when you get aroused," he said, lowering his voice, "And hear the way your breath gets ragged."

She leaned over to blow on the hot soup in her spoon, staring at him over top.

"We like that a lot," he said softly.

She felt a hot little thrum of heat in her lower belly, and then, eyes on him, let the spoon push into her mouth through her nearly closed lips, closed them behind it, and slid it deep.