"Like, say, a foreigner, not an American company. Would you work for them?"
"Huh?" Miles looked down inquisitively. "Foreigner? I guess so.
Why do you ask?" He sounded a tad concerned.
"Oh, no reason." She rubbed him between his legs. "Just curious. I thought you were a consultant, and consultants work for anyone who can pay. That's all."
"I am, and I will, but so what?" He relaxed as Stephanie's hands got the desired result.
"Well," she stroked him rhythmically. "I know some people that could use you. They're not American, that's all. I didn't know if you cared."
"No, I don't care," he sighed. "It's all the same to me. Unless they're commies. My former employer would definitely frown on that."
"Would you mind if I called them, and maybe you two can get together?" She didn't miss a beat.
"No go ahead, call them, anything you want, but can we talk about this later?" Miles begged.
* * * * *
Miles felt very much uninformed on his way to the Baltimore Washington Airport. He knew that he was being flown to Tokyo Japan, first class, by a mystery man who had prepaid him $10,000 for a 1 hour meeting. Not a bad start, he thought. His reputa- tion obviously preceded him. Stephanie was hired to recruit him, that was obvious. And that bothered Miles. He was being used. Wasn't he? Or had he seduced her and the trip was a bonus? He still liked Stephanie, just not as much as before. It never occurred to Miles, not for a second, that Stephanie might not have liked him.