dream.”
She was angry, he felt the emotion. “You woke me to tell me I was dreaming. Damn it, I don’t dream. I can’t sleep with you in the bed with me. We have to get twin beds or something. Enough is enough.” She rolled away from him. He could feel her struggling to relax. He wondered what she was trying to relax from — being angry with him, or being excited from her dream?
* * * *
Actually she knew that she dreamed, the same type, but with some changes. They were fantasies that she hated. They had started when her high school sweetheart had told her she was a hot chick but not a hot lay. She had told him where he could put it the next time he wanted to hump some hot chick. That same night she had experienced her first fantasy dream to such an extent that she had awakened in the night, tied up in her sheets. She’d had to get up and take a shower.
The dreams changed over time, but did involve being restrained, unable to see her lover. Over time the dreams came less frequently. She got to a point of ignoring them, denying that she was even having them.
Chapter Nine
He was up and dressed before she woke in the morning. He joined Trump as he waited for her to get up and do whatever it was women did in the bathroom.
His phone was on the counter near Trump, so Trump answered it and held it out. “Lord Alex.”
Deck took a second to make sure he used the right name to keep his Liege pleased. “Alex, have you decided what our next action should be?”
“Decimus, we are concerned. We have all kinds of rumors of big money and rewards being out there for your package. Radames is flying in from Europe. He has notified his second in command in Chicago to move some men down to help support you, but we would feel better if you could get her to his home in New Orleans. He has lots of protection there along with local help. Rad and I think you should go ahead to try to move south, but you need to use a lot of caution. There is a big price on the target’s head. I am sorry, we have no idea who or how many are out there or if they have reached you yet. On the other hand, the longer you delay, the greater the chance that more will be picking up your trail. I will leave it up to you, but I would think, the sooner you move, the better your chances. Sorry that I don’t have any good news.”
“I understand. We will act accordingly. Our foremost will be the safety of the female.” He hung up, looked at Trump with his stony face.
Trump raised his eyebrows. “Do we have a problem?”
“We are probably outnumbered. Help can’t get here soon enough. We must go out and move. This will expose us.”
“Okay, Mr. Don’t-Talk-Much. Let me see if I can spell that out. There is a whole army of bad guys out there that don’t care if we live or not because they just want the female. We can’t wait for backup because we need to move as soon as possible, which means going out into the middle of that wild bunch. Does that sum it up?”
“Yes.”
“Super, I thought we might have had some type of problem.”
They both stood and watch the female come out and eat food from the kitchen. Deck told her that they had to leave. They would not be able to take much with them. He followed her into the bedroom as she prepared to leave.
“Wear light but fighting clothes — there is danger.”
* * * *
She looked over at him. She decided he was dressed for battle. He had on black leather pants, a black tee that hugged the muscles in his chest, a wide belt looped through with leather pockets that she could see held knives, a type of chain and some things she could not identify. He had on the polished black boots that were over his jeans and came up his calves. He had a gold cuff on one wrist and a leather cuff on the other that held a knife against the inside of his arm. Yep, dressed for battle.
She pulled out a dark tee. She looked down at the pink one she had on. She knew he was not leaving so she just kept her back to him and
She was angry, he felt the emotion. “You woke me to tell me I was dreaming. Damn it, I don’t dream. I can’t sleep with you in the bed with me. We have to get twin beds or something. Enough is enough.” She rolled away from him. He could feel her struggling to relax. He wondered what she was trying to relax from — being angry with him, or being excited from her dream?
* * * *
Actually she knew that she dreamed, the same type, but with some changes. They were fantasies that she hated. They had started when her high school sweetheart had told her she was a hot chick but not a hot lay. She had told him where he could put it the next time he wanted to hump some hot chick. That same night she had experienced her first fantasy dream to such an extent that she had awakened in the night, tied up in her sheets. She’d had to get up and take a shower.
The dreams changed over time, but did involve being restrained, unable to see her lover. Over time the dreams came less frequently. She got to a point of ignoring them, denying that she was even having them.
Chapter Nine
He was up and dressed before she woke in the morning. He joined Trump as he waited for her to get up and do whatever it was women did in the bathroom.
His phone was on the counter near Trump, so Trump answered it and held it out. “Lord Alex.”
Deck took a second to make sure he used the right name to keep his Liege pleased. “Alex, have you decided what our next action should be?”
“Decimus, we are concerned. We have all kinds of rumors of big money and rewards being out there for your package. Radames is flying in from Europe. He has notified his second in command in Chicago to move some men down to help support you, but we would feel better if you could get her to his home in New Orleans. He has lots of protection there along with local help. Rad and I think you should go ahead to try to move south, but you need to use a lot of caution. There is a big price on the target’s head. I am sorry, we have no idea who or how many are out there or if they have reached you yet. On the other hand, the longer you delay, the greater the chance that more will be picking up your trail. I will leave it up to you, but I would think, the sooner you move, the better your chances. Sorry that I don’t have any good news.”
“I understand. We will act accordingly. Our foremost will be the safety of the female.” He hung up, looked at Trump with his stony face.
Trump raised his eyebrows. “Do we have a problem?”
“We are probably outnumbered. Help can’t get here soon enough. We must go out and move. This will expose us.”
“Okay, Mr. Don’t-Talk-Much. Let me see if I can spell that out. There is a whole army of bad guys out there that don’t care if we live or not because they just want the female. We can’t wait for backup because we need to move as soon as possible, which means going out into the middle of that wild bunch. Does that sum it up?”
“Yes.”
“Super, I thought we might have had some type of problem.”
They both stood and watch the female come out and eat food from the kitchen. Deck told her that they had to leave. They would not be able to take much with them. He followed her into the bedroom as she prepared to leave.
“Wear light but fighting clothes — there is danger.”
* * * *
She looked over at him. She decided he was dressed for battle. He had on black leather pants, a black tee that hugged the muscles in his chest, a wide belt looped through with leather pockets that she could see held knives, a type of chain and some things she could not identify. He had on the polished black boots that were over his jeans and came up his calves. He had a gold cuff on one wrist and a leather cuff on the other that held a knife against the inside of his arm. Yep, dressed for battle.
She pulled out a dark tee. She looked down at the pink one she had on. She knew he was not leaving so she just kept her back to him and
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