Lycia Sharyl - Bond Girl Part

I was working in London for a few days; shoots and castings and Page 3 and parties. One evening in my hotel bar; a tall; dark; handsome; sophisticated man in a suit sidled in and ordered a vodka martini - shaken; not stirred. He was very hot; but I did not want to seem too eager or make it obvious that he had my attention; so I glanced at him acros the room. His tuxedo was perfectly tailored to his ripped body; and he was constantly scanning the room but in a subtle; not overt way. Our eyes met across the crowded bar. I heard him enquire of the bar staff what I had been drinking. My glass was almost empty. Suddenly; he was striding over to my table; confidently. He was taller than I thought; and drop dead gorgeous. My heart started to race a little faster. He was carrying two glasses; one was a pornstar martini. He put the drinks down on the table and held out a hand. I nervously raised mine thinking he was going to shake it (I hate handshakes - they are so stuffy) but amazingly he lifted it to his mouth and gently kissed it. 'Mind if I join you?' he enquired. I just smiled softly and nodded sideways towards the empty chair. 'The name's Bond. James Bond' he confidently announced. 'Just call me Lycia' I said; as I popped him the famous smile. It was not long before we retreated to my room so that he could outline the details of my assignment. Clearly I cannot outline the nature of my mission. Well I could tell you but..... you know would might need to happen then. Agent Lycia xxx