Nele Neuhaus - Swimming with Sharks

“You… you need to take off those wet clothes or you’ll get sick.” She took off his wet leather jacket, and he let her. Their eyes locked, and Alex suddenly lost her composure. She started to cry, surrendering to her fear and desperation. Nick put his arms around her and pressed her close to his body. He murmured consoling words, her face nestled to his cheek, and he felt the warmth of her body. He had longed for this during the many nights he had lain awake in his bed. He had a guilty conscience because his longing for Alex had replaced his grief for Mary. But he felt more alive than he had in a long time. Alex stopped crying, but they still held each other tightly. There was a certain shyness in the way they looked at each other.

“I’m glad you’re here,” Nick whispered hoarsely.

“I’m happy, too,” Alex replied. “Everything is so terrible, but I’m not afraid when you’re with me.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held back a moment before leaning in for a tentative kiss. His heart beat faster as he kissed her back. She clung to him and pressed herself against his body, slipping her hands under his shirt and gently stroking his back. Her touch felt strong and sweet as the sensation coursed through him. He held her face in his hands and studied her for a moment before kissing her again tenderly. He didn’t care if what he did was right or wrong. He couldn’t care less about what the media would do if it came out that he—the mayor of New York City—had slept with a woman wanted for murder. He desired Alex more than he had ever desired any woman in his life.

As they kissed, they rid themselves of their clothes and sank down on the saggy bed. The sleet turned to snowflakes outside and the wind shook the windows. They had no desire to talk, think, be reasonable. There would be plenty of time for that later. Their hearts beat in excitement as they kissed and caressed each other, exploring, becoming familiar. There was no wild frenzy, no crazy ecstasy, no raging lust, but something else: something infinitely tender that brought tears to both of their eyes. They made love passionately in a way that only two human beings who trust and respect each other could. Their eyes locked while their bodies responded to each other, like two magnets, bodies that belonged together and had been separated far too long by inexplicable circumstances.

Alex felt a pulsing deep in her belly and waves flowing through her body—an overwhelming sensation, a longing desire to unite and create something new. She moved with Nick, found his same rhythm, and felt a surge catapult them to climax together. They paused at the peak of passion and looked at each other, almost surprised by how their bodies and souls coalesced in this magnificent, breathless moment. A wonderful feeling of happiness surrounded them, and they weren’t embarrassed by their tears. They lay on the bed in a close embrace, smiling breathlessly and waiting for their heartbeats to calm down. Alex could see in Nick’s eyes that he felt the same way she did. From the moment he arrived in the doorway, she had realized she loved him. “Hold me tight,” she whispered, and Nick closed his arms around her even tighter. She snuggled in close to him and sighed. Feeling that she was no longer alone made all the tension that had weighed on her fall away. A pleasant exhaustion spread throughout her body.

Nick listened closely to her breathing getting calmer. He admired her sleeping face. He was dazed by the intensity of his feelings for this woman he held in his arms. With a twinge of guilt, he thought about how he had never felt this way with Mary. He could barely believe how magnificent he felt. He’d loved Mary, but he’d never managed to completely and utterly open up to her the way he had with Alex. He would have never burst into tears in front of Mary or confessed his deepest doubts and fears to her. Nick sighed, carefully kissing Alex’s neck. His exuberant feeling of happiness gave way to a calm, deep joy, clouded only by concern over whether his love for Alex had a future. Here and now, they were two human beings who needed each other because they were alone and in dire straits. But how could this continue? Tiredness defeated all of his doubts, and Nick drifted off, closely nestled against Alex’s warm, sleeping body.

It was four in the morning when Luca called his boss at the Painted Cat.

“And?” Sergio asked. “I don’t want to hear any bad news!”

He was in an aggressive mood because he had failed to find sexual relief with the girls at the nightclub. His repeated failure enraged him. He had almost emptied an entire bottle of scotch—which was very unusual for him. Time and again, he thought about Alex, and his anger and thirst for vengeance grew immeasurably. She had led him by the nose, stolen from him, and plunged one of his companies into bankruptcy. And now she had also left him impotent! That was more than he could take. He stared into the mirror behind the bar and was terrified by his appearance. His face was bloated, and he had new bags beneath his bloodshot eyes. It almost seemed like Alex leaving him had stolen his feelings of immortality. A man in his late fifties, inexorably going on sixty, stared back at him. Sergio hated this sight, and still he couldn’t look away from the mirror.

“My guys lost track of Kostidis at Times Square,” Luca reported, “but they checked all of the hotels between Forty-Fifth and Forty-Ninth Streets. It looks like Alex checked in at the Portland Square under a false name.”

Sergio sat upright with a start, and his hand gripped the scotch glass even tighter. Was she really dumb enough to return to the city? His pulse raced involuntarily. His felt the adrenaline spike of a hunter anticipating his prey.

“Has anyone seen her?”

“Not yet, but I came across the name ‘Chambers,’” Luca replied. “She checked in under the same name at the Marriott in Zurich.”

A grim smile spread across Sergio’s face. If it really was Alex hiding behind this name, then she had made a mistake despite her cleverness.

“And on top of that,” Luca continued, “one of the staff at the Portland Square claimed to have seen Kostidis in a leather jacket and a baseball cap.”

“Let’s go there!” Sergio said.

“No, boss,” Luca objected, “we should wait until Kostidis is gone and she’s alone. I’ve positioned my guys in every hallway of the hotel. I’ll know within ten seconds when he leaves the room.”

Sergio thought for a moment. He really wanted to go there immediately. He would kill Alex on the spot if he surprised her and this bastard in the same room. And if he should find out that she—just the thought was incredible!—was sleeping with Kostidis, then—

“Boss?” Luca interrupted Sergio’s violent thoughts.

“Yes, yes… you’re right. Send me a car. I want to be there when you go in.”

He hung up the phone and finished his drink. Revenge was near; he could feel it.

The sun rose over New York. The city was awakening to a dull gray dawn. A gusty northwest wind drove the drizzle—mixed with just a few snowflakes—before it like fog. Alex blinked sleepily. It took her a few seconds to remember last night’s events and remember the situation that she was in. The few hours in which she had suppressed the danger were over, and her fear returned with the dawning day. She turned toward Nick and saw that he was awake, gazing at her.

“Hello,” she whispered.

“Hello,” he replied quietly. There was a sad expression in his deep, dark eyes. How long had he been watching her like this?

“Do you have to go?” Alex asked quietly.

“Yes,” Nick said with a regretful smile, “it’s almost five thirty. Otherwise, people will think that I’m missing.”