Completely and totally frustrating, was Alyssaâ€™s final assessment of Markleos after all of his comebacks. She had messed up her words a little and she blamed it on lack of sleep. She went back to being silent since that would suit her a lot better than talking right now. She hated relationship talk and preferred to just stick with witty banter that had everything to do with teasing and nothing to do with emotion. After a minute or two she looked over at the irritating man and saw that he was dozing, maybe almost asleep. Looking him over, he was as toned as ever, but what was new for her was a delicious new angle that was now her favorite on him. His pants were so tight that in his current position she was able to see his cock outlined nicely and boy was he a sight. Just the thought of having that inside of her... She let out a quiet shaky breath to calm herself as she reached for her wet suit, now dry, and pulled out a small flat computer that was in a compartment on the inside left pocket.<br/><br/>She had to stop staring at the sexy detective and she knew she could not sleep, so work was her usual answer. She unzipped her knee high boots, left them on the floor revealing soft smooth feet with manicured nails painted re d to match her finger nails and lip stain, and curled her long legs under herself. This of course caused the fabric of her dress to ride up just far enough to keep her decent but also enough to make a guy hold his breath and pray to any god that a slipped a little more. She didnâ€™t really care about that though since Markelos was sleeping anyway. She pulled out the stylus from the side of the hand held device and set to work on compiling information that might help her in Taiwan. She also had to send out a couple e-mails to get her stuff shipped back to a safety deposit box until her next visit to Paris. She pouted slightly before typing in her reminder box that she had to visit the Eifel Tower on her next visit since she had not gone this time.<br/><br/>As always as she worked her eyes darted over pages upon pages of information that she filed away mentally. Every so often she would type in something extra that she wanted to make sure she remembered. Within ten minutes she had read what amounted to a book that would have about 2,000 pages in size nine fonts. She owned a book store for a reason of course since she liked knowledge on certain subjects and had an ability to read, process, and retain information at an alarming rate. Her lips were starting to get a little swollen and red from her chewing on her bottom lip in a habit of hers. She was worrying away the stain and gloss from earlier and every once in a while she would chew on the end of her stylus pen. She was glad she had about five more in her suit.