accidentally put a pen into her purse that she used to sign a gas receipt when she was on a road trip, and had mailed 25 cents to the small, roadside establishment. It had cost her more in postage than the pen was worth. Still. It was the rule.
But this was a very special situation. She knew something was going on here. The numbers she had been asked to analyze just didn't add up. They just didn't! Something fishy was going on with their clients, and she had not gotten any traction when she tried to report her findings up the chain of command.
She had tried to follow the rules in this situation, but the rules just weren't working.
So , as much as it made her supremely nervous and uncomfortable, she was out here on her own. On a stakeout , of all things! She was doing something that was not only outside of her job description, but that she had been told explicitly not to do.
Holy Mama Cow!
Then, of course, there was Ethan, sitting next to her. The other forbidden thing that this stakeout entailed. God. She knew she shouldn't be feeling what she was feeling for him. He was her co-worker, and she wanted to be taken seriously at this job. Not to mention...for a girl that liked order and rules as much as Alyssa did, her feelings for Ethan were dangerously chaotic.
Her thoughts about Ethan made her glance in his direction. She felt herself flush as she took in his strong jawline, his lush hair, his muscles straining at the tight, black t-shirt he wore. Her breath caught. Damn , but he was sexy!
Apparently sensing her eyes on him, he turned his rakish smile toward her.
“I know what you're thinking,” he said confidently.
Alyssa felt her cheeks burning. She certainly hoped not.
“Oh, really?” she teased, happy that her voice came out sounding much stronger and more confident than she had anticipated that it might, “Care to enlighten me?”
“You're thinking that stakeouts are a hell of a lot more boring than they are made out to be on TV.”
Boring! Ha! That was the furthest thing in the world from the way that she had just been categorizing the experience of sitting next to Ethan for hours.
“You got me,” she smiled playfully.
“Unfortunately, when you need to know where a suspect is headed or who they're meeting with, it's often the only way. Much less sexy than it looks in the movies, but highly effective.”
Hmm m...again, she wouldn't classify Ethan as 'less sexy' than anything, even a movie star. But she could see how sitting in a car for going on (she glanced at her watch) six hours now could be boring with a different companion.
She shrugged. “I don't know. I kind of like it. It's like the calm before the storm. Sure, it might be boring for a long time, but there's still that underlying anticipation – you know the adrenaline rush is coming as soon as you see your target step out of the door.”
Ethan grinned at her, and looked right into her eyes.
Oh, Lordy! Talk about an adrenaline rush! Alyssa felt it down to her core, and everywhere in between. She felt electric shocks pulse through her as his fingers brushed her shiny blonde hair back from her forehead.
“So, you're an adrenaline junky, huh?” he whispered, leaning in closer.
Oh, God! Alyssa couldn't believe it. He was going to kiss her. It was really happening. His lips were moving steadily and sensuously closer to hers. Closer, closer...the electricity crackling in the air between them danced on her skin and set every nerve ending on edge. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on hers, his tongue probing her mouth, his hands on her hot skin.
She felt his fingers trailing slowly up her inner thigh, and she ached with burgeoning wetness. Her breathing became shallow. Arousal slammed through her like a lightning bolt.
She had waited for this moment. She had dreamed of this moment. She would never do anything in the world to derail this moment.
Except...
“Ethan?” she whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, baby?” he whispered
But this was a very special situation. She knew something was going on here. The numbers she had been asked to analyze just didn't add up. They just didn't! Something fishy was going on with their clients, and she had not gotten any traction when she tried to report her findings up the chain of command.
She had tried to follow the rules in this situation, but the rules just weren't working.
So , as much as it made her supremely nervous and uncomfortable, she was out here on her own. On a stakeout , of all things! She was doing something that was not only outside of her job description, but that she had been told explicitly not to do.
Holy Mama Cow!
Then, of course, there was Ethan, sitting next to her. The other forbidden thing that this stakeout entailed. God. She knew she shouldn't be feeling what she was feeling for him. He was her co-worker, and she wanted to be taken seriously at this job. Not to mention...for a girl that liked order and rules as much as Alyssa did, her feelings for Ethan were dangerously chaotic.
Her thoughts about Ethan made her glance in his direction. She felt herself flush as she took in his strong jawline, his lush hair, his muscles straining at the tight, black t-shirt he wore. Her breath caught. Damn , but he was sexy!
Apparently sensing her eyes on him, he turned his rakish smile toward her.
“I know what you're thinking,” he said confidently.
Alyssa felt her cheeks burning. She certainly hoped not.
“Oh, really?” she teased, happy that her voice came out sounding much stronger and more confident than she had anticipated that it might, “Care to enlighten me?”
“You're thinking that stakeouts are a hell of a lot more boring than they are made out to be on TV.”
Boring! Ha! That was the furthest thing in the world from the way that she had just been categorizing the experience of sitting next to Ethan for hours.
“You got me,” she smiled playfully.
“Unfortunately, when you need to know where a suspect is headed or who they're meeting with, it's often the only way. Much less sexy than it looks in the movies, but highly effective.”
Hmm m...again, she wouldn't classify Ethan as 'less sexy' than anything, even a movie star. But she could see how sitting in a car for going on (she glanced at her watch) six hours now could be boring with a different companion.
She shrugged. “I don't know. I kind of like it. It's like the calm before the storm. Sure, it might be boring for a long time, but there's still that underlying anticipation – you know the adrenaline rush is coming as soon as you see your target step out of the door.”
Ethan grinned at her, and looked right into her eyes.
Oh, Lordy! Talk about an adrenaline rush! Alyssa felt it down to her core, and everywhere in between. She felt electric shocks pulse through her as his fingers brushed her shiny blonde hair back from her forehead.
“So, you're an adrenaline junky, huh?” he whispered, leaning in closer.
Oh, God! Alyssa couldn't believe it. He was going to kiss her. It was really happening. His lips were moving steadily and sensuously closer to hers. Closer, closer...the electricity crackling in the air between them danced on her skin and set every nerve ending on edge. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips on hers, his tongue probing her mouth, his hands on her hot skin.
She felt his fingers trailing slowly up her inner thigh, and she ached with burgeoning wetness. Her breathing became shallow. Arousal slammed through her like a lightning bolt.
She had waited for this moment. She had dreamed of this moment. She would never do anything in the world to derail this moment.
Except...
“Ethan?” she whispered hoarsely.
“Yes, baby?” he whispered
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