Madeline Spruce, CIA certified seductress and assassin, luxuriated on a lounge chair poolside in the Jin Mao Tower Grand Hyatt Shanghai in Pudong.

She sipped her double martini and pretended to read a trashy romance novel, all the while keeping an eye on the people around her. Her gaze scanned the bathers, but always returned casually to the fit Chinese businessman and spy Ma Wen Lin.

Ma was not her target, but he was close to the target, the shadowy Fu Shin Wo. Don and his Agency team had set her up for the introduction and provided overwatch.

Madeline’s associate Shirley sat across the pool to the right, wearing a flaming red tank top. Mandy was two chairs down from, to Shirley’s left, in a green bikini. Both were fashion model material, but they did not have her skill level. In fact, she knew they were paying close attention to the master plying her trade.

Ma kept looking towards Madeline while he laughed, joked, and drank with his associates. It was only a matter of time before the “Chinese James Bond” would decide to walk over to meet the mysterious tanned beauty in the turquoise bikini.

She bided her time. As Ma’s eyes focused on her again, she wet her lips with her tongue and crossed her shapely legs.

Ma bowed to excuse himself from his associates and walked towards Madeline, an intense look on his handsome face. The two Chinese women glared in Madeline’s direction, jealousy plain on their faces.

Ma leaned down towards Madeline, smiling. “Hello, I don’t believe we’ve met. My name is Ma. What’s yours?”

Madeline looked up at Ma as if she were coming out of a dream. “Perhaps if you buy me a drink, I’ll tell you. I’ve just finished.”

“What will you have?”

“A triple martini.”

Ma snapped his fingers and a waiter appeared as if by magic. “Four triple martinis.”

The waiter flew to the task of filling the order. Ma pulled an empty chair beside Madeline’s.

“I thought you might be waiting for someone,” he said.

“Perhaps I’ve found the man I’ve been waiting for.”

“I’m here on business. I’ve reserved the Diplomatic Suite. Do you want to come up? You’d find it less public and more pleasant.”

She eyed him and smiled. “Yes, I’d like to see your rooms. Those people you were talking to seem to want to pry. They’re your friends, aren’t they?” Madeline gestured at the two beautiful Chinese women, who were still looking daggers at her.

Ma scowled at the women and flipped the back of his hand. “I apologize. Women are jealous. What can a man do?”

“That is the question, Ma.” She looked directly in his eyes, challenging him.

“Here come our drinks.”

“Can we have them delivered to your suite?”

“Of course. I’ll get my things. Do you want to change?”

“I’ll come as I am if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

Ma went to have a few words with his associates. He was evidently berating them for their uncivil prying and jealousy. The two women did not look pleased, but they sulked and said nothing.

Madeline signaled to Shirley and Mandy that the game was afoot. They had orders to vacate the pool area once Madeline and her mark departed. For now, they glared at her as if they were jealous of her having grabbed the attention of the most handsome and virile man at the pool.

Madeline entered the Diplomatic Suite first, followed by Ma and the waiter with the four drinks on a large silver tray. Ma signed the voucher with a flourish, and handed the waiter a wad of cash besides. Madeline walked over to see Shanghai spread out in all its golden splendor in the late afternoon.

Ma brought her a drink and touched her glass with his. “To the beauty of the afternoon.”

“Ma, this view is fantastic.”

“It’s better from where I’m standing.”

She blushed right on cue, but turned to face him. Without any further overture, he moved close and kissed her lightly. She laughed, taking a sip of her martini.

“There’s an even better view from my bedroom,” he said, raising one eyebrow.

“I simply must see that,” Madeline replied with a coy smile.

He took her arm and escorted her to his bedroom. The view was splendid, but he clearly wanted a different one. He helped her out of her bathrobe and gestured at the bed. Madeline hesitated for a moment, then ran her fingernails down his stomach to see him rise in appreciation. He kissed her.

“You see what you do to me,” he said.

“I’d like to see more—much more.”

In one graceful movement, she laid her drink on the bedside table and herself in the center of the bed.

“Are you going to join me?” she asked, licking her lips with anticipation.

Ma took off his spandex swimsuit. He was a tall, muscular man, handsome and well built. His curved dick was at least nine inches long and an inch thick. Already she began getting moist in anticipation of their lovemaking.

Madeline smiled. “You’re so big. What will we do with that?”

He laid his body next to hers and began gently removing her bikini. “It is as I thought.”

“Don’t you like what you see?”

“I like it fine. Your body is magnificent. You have no tan line.”

“Is that a requirement?”

“No, of course not.” He ran his fingers lightly over her breasts and down her abdomen while she gently stroked his swelling dick. Madeline opened her legs as his hand reached her pussy. She wanted to make him want her badly, but she knew delay was the best strategy. So, she asked questions while she opened her body to his ministrations.

“Your family name is Ma,” she said. “What’s your full name?”

“My name is Ma Wen Lin,” he said breathlessly. She rewarded him by running her fingernails along his cock and stroking the hairs on his balls, making him tense his stomach muscles. His penis was now thick, hard muscle capped in velvet flesh.

“And what shall I call you?” he asked as he nibbled her ear, making her writhe. His left hand reached down to her pussy and his fingers entered her.

“Mmm.” She groaned in appreciation of his gentleness. The pressure of Ma’s fingers sent electric tingles up and down her body.

“Madeline. Call me Madeline.” Her voice was husky, almost breathless.