section7mfu | The New Kid on the Block~chapter 13

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The night was interrupted only by the amorous nature of Napoleon Solo, as he woke April again to make love to her. She obliged him quite willingly.

"So what was it I heard you said, 'your momma didn't raise no trollop and that you didn't sleep around." He asked her as they lay together, seeing on his wristwatch that it was around three in the morning.

She laughed softly, I did say that didn't I? Mmmm, I think I'll have to have a talk with that partner of mine. He needs to keep what I say to himself."

"Mark's a good guy, but he does get a little chatty from time to time." Napoleon whispered.

They whispered still knowing their adversaries at least that the good taste not to bug the sleeping quarters. Napoleon and she had both checked for any listening devices as well as cameras.

April yawned, stretching her arms above her head. "Napoleon, I was speaking the truth to him when I said I didn't sleep around, though I'm sure you could tell that I wasn't a virgin. I am very choosy about who I go to bed with."

"I'm honored," he smiled, taking her hand and kissing it. "Enough talk now, and lovemaking. We need to some sleep April...April?"

He realized she'd already fallen asleep. The thought passed his mind that April had a few character traits of the Russian...

Napoleon rose first in the morning, showering, shaving and dressing himself. Feeling quite refreshed, he ordered room service as April slipped wordlessly from the bed, wrapping herself in a sheet as she retreated to the bathroom.

He didn't regret what had happened last night, and hoped she wouldn't either, but he knew sometimes a woman would feel that way and he prepared himself, just in case.

April finally emerged from the bath dressed in a casual ensemble, looking beautiful and fresh as a daisy.

"Breakfast is here, baby doll," he called out, resuming his Johnny Dio persona. He turned on the radio, allowing them to speak freely again with the song, 'Blame it on the Bossa Nova" masking their conversation.

"Mmm, looks good and I'm famished," she said, not making eye contact but eyeing the eggs Benedict, sausage, toast and most importantly, mimosas... a little hair of the dog she supposed.

Napoleon poured the champagne and orange juice libation for both of them.

They ate in silence until he finally spoke up. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Huh? Oh, last night. I'd rather not discuss it if you don't mind, but rest assured...it was special. Need I say more?" She smiled.

"Yes it was. I just wanted to make sure you were..."

"Napoleon darling, I'm fine, if that's what you're concerned about."

"I was, just a little."

"Just a little. Ha! You men are all alike," she teased him. "Seriously, there's no problem, now let me fill you in on my little visit with Joey."

"Joey?"

"Oystracher. Yesssss, seems his unnamed backer, that we're pretty sure is THRUSH, is buying up diamonds with the cash they're switching out from the counterfeiting operation. They're using the diamonds to fund the building of some sort of device, but I wasn't able to find out any more than that. Joey closed up on that one."

"You got all this out of him? I must say, I'm impressed," he smiled, swallowing a forkful of eggs.

"It seems that Mr. Oystracher has the hots for me, and is looking to take me off your hands...for my own protection that is. He's painted you as potentially doing me physical harm and he's offered to take care of me. So his lust and the champagne seemed to loosen his lips just a bit.'

"That sounds too good to be true. Be careful April. He may have something else in mind for you. These people have their fingers in a lot of pots...prostitution and drugs among them. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be alone with him again."

"You don't think I can take care of myself?" She challenged.

"It's not that..."

"Hmm, being a little chauvinistic Napoleon dear?"

"Maybe just a bit," he smiled.

"Thank you. I actually find that quite charming."

"April I may have a reputation as a womanizer, but I do respect women and would never want one harmed," he quipped.

"If it makes you feel better, I did tell him I needed a little time to think and come up with a plan to keep you from becoming suspicious. I suggested that I would tell you, when your business dealing with him were concluded, that I needed to go see a sick friend in Reno."

"And he fell for that?"

"Hook, line and sinker.'

"April, I think you're the one teaching this old dog some new tricks, " he winked at her.

He pulled out his communicator. "Channel F."

The reply came immediately. "Kuryakin here, how goes it Napoleon."

"We've discovered Thrush is using the monies switched out from the counterfeiting operation to buy diamonds. And using the diamonds to fund the building of some sort of device, but what that is we have no clue as of yet. Are you ready to go?"

"Just give me the signal and I will be there."

"Once we move Oystracher out of the way, I can deal with THRUSH directly. My offer to finance their operation will be a substantial one, and and I'm sure that will pique their interest. We have a false diamond trading company set up through headquarters as I recall...that may come in handy. Do me a favor and contact headquarters and set that up for me, tell them to expect a call from Johnny Dio later today."

"I will do that immediately and will await your signal. How is April faring?"

"Lovely...I mean fine, she's mmmm...we'll talk about that another time," he whispered, not wanting her to overhear.

Illya surprised himself, feeling his heart sink just a little when he realized what his partner was alluding to. "I understand..."

Napoleon could hear the change of tone in the Russian's voice, but said nothing. Maybe it was a stupid move after all to have slept with April. The way Illya sounded convinced him now his partner was interested in her.

"Damn," he cursed in low mumble. Illya's feelings were no doubt bruised, but he'd get over it.