Undercover Chronicles: The Enigma of Accent and Identity

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Ben laughed, as he'd earlier in the car when he'd discovered the woman didn't possess a licence, however, rather than in relief, this was a full-blown, natural laugh that emanated from deep in his belly, and the man's eyes watered when it eventually stopped, and they landed on Sky. "The balls are the only location that an MI6 agent is scared to be hit in. Every man has one weakness, and I'm afraid you've discovered ours. Don't let on to our opponents." Ben replied, tapping her on the shoulder, and bumping his hip against hers. I guess I'm fortunate that I don't believe in the Big Daddy, and perchance if M'aam is curious?" The agent raised a brow, and his lips curled up into a smirk. "Her accent is a touch too Colonial, more akin to that of the lowly Australian convict class than a superior British Gentlewomen, fit for our Queen. She'll need to work on that." His voice flattened and rose in pitch, and Ben enunciated each word slowly in demonstration of the appropriate pompous tone she'd need to adopt. Not that Sky's really had been terrible, but Ben wasn't going to admit that, or that she presented a challenge in the battle of wits he intended on …show more content…

The man winced, prepared for a squeeze, but that concern swiftly departed when his attention was captured by her speech. After what seemed like thirty seconds or so after she'd finished, but was likely only five or ten, he recovered his composure; damn these Americans didn't mince their words; and pretended to act as if what she'd said had had no effect, hoping she hadn't noticed the slight tightening of his suit pants. "Considering I've no experience with real Hookers, I'll take your word for that's how their clients like to treat them." Roberts smiled and pulled back to exit the drivers side door. "Personally, I just prefer to a woman over and whoop her ass with a paddle until she's begging for cock, and calling herself a slut. Hooker or

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