Part 3

"You didn't answer the question," she said. 

"Yes I did."

"You answered a question. Not 'the' question about my broken leg."

"I must have missed it." 

"I have this long big purple cast on my leg, I've seen you staring at it. 
Personally, I think that I look cute on crutches swinging the cast around, 
what about you, why are you staring at my broken leg?" 

Mark turned to her as she sat up at the edge of the bed with her broken 
resting on the floor. He stole another glance at her broken leg and her cute 
toes at the end of the cast that she wiggle for him, and then she smiled. 

Kelly lift her broken leg and lay it flat on the bed with a slight moan. 

" Are you ok Kelly? The leg still very sore? And yes you look very... cute 
in your cast."

"You're sweet, yes my leg is still sore but so worth it don't you think? I 
thought you'd be Mr. Business. Slicked back hair, cop style sunglasses, 
bossing me around, very stiff." She laughed at the last line while sliding a 
pillow under her broken leg, and Mark just shook his head trying not to look 
her cast. 

But he turned a chair that was facing a desk over in the corner of the room, 
and sat down, looking into Kelly's eyes.

"I'm going to try and keep you comfortable, but when I say we have to move, 
when I say you have to do something, you can't hesitate. Just do it grab 
your crutches and do it please."

"I understand, Mark. I don't want to die." She looked down at her hands 
moving up and down her casted leg, which she seemed to not know what to do 
with, and Mark sat down next to her. 

"I'm sorry you have to go through this. But I promise you, nothing is going 
to happen."

She looked at him briefly, smiled, and then averted her eyes. There was a 
knock at the door, and the voice indicated it was room service. Mark 
answered the door, tipped the waiter, and wheeled the cart inside the room. 

They ate in silence, and Mark stole glances at Kelly as she looked down at 
her broken leg, occasionally moving the cast on the bed, feeling some pain. 
It was the adorable thing he'd ever seen her doing, the way she uses both 
hands to move her heavy cast and again he scolded himself for losing his 
focus. 

"I'm really tired, Mark, do you mind if I go to bed? I mean, is there 
anything else we need to talk about?"

"It can wait," he said. 

He watched her slide the cast off the bed and hop on one leg to the end of 
the room to grab the duffel, and he nearly gasped out loud when she bent 
over. The view of her broken leg inches from the floor and her tight ass 
filling the jeans perfectly.

"Mark would you mind stop staring at my ass and cast and give me my crutches 
please" she said smiling. 

After she got her crutches in position she went to the bathroom and closed 
the door. Mark turned down the bed for her, shut the television off, turned 
the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed down, and went out on thebalcony. 

Mark's mind swirled with a thousand different thoughts, from the unknown, 
but well-connected, well-funded assassin, to the Prime Minister, and then to 
Stack. 

"Why didn't they question the leak inside the residence, and trace who was 
paying her off?" He didn't realize he had said it out loud until a voice 
behind him interrupted his thoughts.

"Paid who off?"

"Kelly," he said, turning to her. He nearly dropped the mostly used 
cigarette when he saw her. 

She was wearing a long t-shirt that dropped just barely to her mid-thighs; 
her good leg was bare all the way down to her feet. Her cast was simply 
perfect. The way it followed her firm and sexy leg.

"She's got such cute toes at the end of that cast, I want to grab her cast 
in my hands and lick the toes so much" he thought.

But his eyes traveled back up her body, from her broken leg to her chest, 
where her clearly braless breasts were straining against the thin material 
of the t-shirt. The cotton was stretched between her firm breast, and the 
nipples poked quite visibly through. Kelly again chuckled at his gaze.

"I bet you want to lick my toes. Wanna know my bra-size?" She joined him out 
on the deck, placing her crutches against the railing and resting her broken 
leg on top.

"No, I don't," he said, flicking the cigarette off into the night air. 

"You shouldn't smoke," she said, turning to him. He looked down at her, and 
their eyes locked again. He couldn't look away; she looked incredibly 
beautiful with the cast inches from his hands. Yet there was sadness about 
her as well. He looked deeply in her eyes, and saw a longing for more than 
just safety and piece of mind. She was in love, or at least, falling in 
love. He wondered who the lucky guy was. Finally he answered her.

"I'm not smoking." 

Finally she looked away, hugging her arms to her chest. 

"Well, Mark, I wanted you to know that I felt comfortable with you 
immediately. You've got an honest face. Cute too." 

"Thank you. You should rest your broken leg. We've got a long way to go 
yet."

"Okay, well, how long are you going to be up?"

"Not long." 

She smiled, he gave her the crutches and helped on her good leg, then she 
turned swinging her cast forward and walked back through the door. The light 
from the lamp penetrated the t-shirt, and Mark could barely make out the 
shape of her figure beneath her clothes. 

He watched her as she peeled the t-shirt off. The outline of her breasts and 
for the first time he saw how high the cast went up her leg caused his cock 
to lurch against the confines of his jeans, and he turned his head as she 
crawled into bed. 

"She's naked," he thought. "I've got a girl nearly 20 years younger than I 
am in bed, and she's the Prime Minister's daughter. Could this be any better 
and worse at the same time?"

But Mark knew the answer to that question was 'yes' in both cases. 

He stood for a moment before going into the room himself. He closed and 
locked the balcony door, drew the curtains, and crossed the room to check 
the lock on the front door. After using the bathroom, he made his way to the 
other side of the bed from where Kelly's dark form huddled beneath the  
sheets, and took off his jacket, and his shirt. Next, he removed his shoes, 
and socks, and peeled off his jeans. 


Part 4 to come