“But you will follow my orders. I don’t take disobedience lightly. In fact, I don’t tolerate it at all. Understand?”
The threat would have made most shake in their boots, so I widen ed my eyes and swallowed, pulling off an Oscar worthy performance. “Yes, I understand,” I whispered.
“Good,” He stood and wal ked away, stopping just shy of the door. He turned and smiled. “By the way, you’re free to go whenever you please. Although, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed awhile.” His slate gray eyes flared with desire and as much as I didn’t want to, my body responded. My pulse jumped, but I looked away, not answering his blatant suggestion. I just wanted to get out of there.
“I’ll give you a ride back to the hotel whenever you’re ready, but I advise you find a place more permanent if you want to join us. Again, I wouldn’t mind you staying here.”
He left after that and I breathed a sigh of relief. Now , I just needed to push through the pain and get the hell back to the hotel. The team needed to plan a recovery mission, which meant I’d probably get to play with my gun. My mood lightened considerably and I grinned just thinking about it.
Chapter 1 7
Paul
Leaving Terry in bed, looking sated, sexy and ready for more was the most difficult thing I’d ever accomplished, but I had things to get done. First was to find out more about this Stone character. I didn’t like the way he looked at Foxy. I mean, hell, I couldn’t blame him, but I also couldn’t help the jealousy that burned my soul every time I saw the two of them together. And it wasn’t just Stone. Foxy had been just as drawn to him as he to her. It’s only the mission, I kept telling myself. Maybe one of these days, I’d actually believe it.
Stone’s place , a two bedroom brick ranch, was just outside of town. Sneaking around to the back door, his flimsy locks were no match for me as I snuck in. The place was empty, not only in tenants, but there was hardly any furniture either. It had that not lived in feel, which I thought odd, since he’d supposedly been there for more than six months.
Walking through the kitchen, I took notice of one lone coffee mug in the sink , before moving on to the living room, then bedrooms. I found the master and began rifling through the drawers. Nothing strange there, unless you counted how neatly he folded his tightie whities.
The closet wasn’t much more interesting. Suits hung neatly in rows. Color coordinated? What the hell? The man was a fruitcake , I thought, as I stooped to look around the baseboards. There had to be something. But as my hands smoothed over the boards and tapped the walls, I found nothing.
Standing, I held still a moment and took in my surroundings. Where would I hide something? My eyes scanned slowly over the dresser, nightstand, bed and walls, looking for anything out of place. Nothing.
Then my eyes looked up at the popcorn ceiling. Again, nothing unusual. Until my gaze caught on the ceiling fan above the bed. Barely noticeable was a piece of black electrical tape hanging off one of the motionless blades. Climbing on the bed, I reached up, my hands wrapping around the object taped to the top of the blade and pulled. It gave easily and I stepped down.
Turning the object over in my hand, I opened it and froze. Immobile, I stood looking at what Stone had been hiding, then shook my head. I couldn’t believe that bastard! This changed everything.
Chapter 18
Terry
Stumbling into the hotel room, I slammed the door behind me just as the connecting room door flew open and a seething Paul stomped in, “Where the fuck have you been?”
“Not now, Paul,” I began, then sway ed as the room spun. My hand dropped to catch myself on the bed before I fell.
“What the hell happened to you? Are you okay?” He reached for me, clasping my elbow to help me sit down, but I was having none of that. I shrugged off the help and stood, albeit
The threat would have made most shake in their boots, so I widen ed my eyes and swallowed, pulling off an Oscar worthy performance. “Yes, I understand,” I whispered.
“Good,” He stood and wal ked away, stopping just shy of the door. He turned and smiled. “By the way, you’re free to go whenever you please. Although, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed awhile.” His slate gray eyes flared with desire and as much as I didn’t want to, my body responded. My pulse jumped, but I looked away, not answering his blatant suggestion. I just wanted to get out of there.
“I’ll give you a ride back to the hotel whenever you’re ready, but I advise you find a place more permanent if you want to join us. Again, I wouldn’t mind you staying here.”
He left after that and I breathed a sigh of relief. Now , I just needed to push through the pain and get the hell back to the hotel. The team needed to plan a recovery mission, which meant I’d probably get to play with my gun. My mood lightened considerably and I grinned just thinking about it.
Chapter 1 7
Paul
Leaving Terry in bed, looking sated, sexy and ready for more was the most difficult thing I’d ever accomplished, but I had things to get done. First was to find out more about this Stone character. I didn’t like the way he looked at Foxy. I mean, hell, I couldn’t blame him, but I also couldn’t help the jealousy that burned my soul every time I saw the two of them together. And it wasn’t just Stone. Foxy had been just as drawn to him as he to her. It’s only the mission, I kept telling myself. Maybe one of these days, I’d actually believe it.
Stone’s place , a two bedroom brick ranch, was just outside of town. Sneaking around to the back door, his flimsy locks were no match for me as I snuck in. The place was empty, not only in tenants, but there was hardly any furniture either. It had that not lived in feel, which I thought odd, since he’d supposedly been there for more than six months.
Walking through the kitchen, I took notice of one lone coffee mug in the sink , before moving on to the living room, then bedrooms. I found the master and began rifling through the drawers. Nothing strange there, unless you counted how neatly he folded his tightie whities.
The closet wasn’t much more interesting. Suits hung neatly in rows. Color coordinated? What the hell? The man was a fruitcake , I thought, as I stooped to look around the baseboards. There had to be something. But as my hands smoothed over the boards and tapped the walls, I found nothing.
Standing, I held still a moment and took in my surroundings. Where would I hide something? My eyes scanned slowly over the dresser, nightstand, bed and walls, looking for anything out of place. Nothing.
Then my eyes looked up at the popcorn ceiling. Again, nothing unusual. Until my gaze caught on the ceiling fan above the bed. Barely noticeable was a piece of black electrical tape hanging off one of the motionless blades. Climbing on the bed, I reached up, my hands wrapping around the object taped to the top of the blade and pulled. It gave easily and I stepped down.
Turning the object over in my hand, I opened it and froze. Immobile, I stood looking at what Stone had been hiding, then shook my head. I couldn’t believe that bastard! This changed everything.
Chapter 18
Terry
Stumbling into the hotel room, I slammed the door behind me just as the connecting room door flew open and a seething Paul stomped in, “Where the fuck have you been?”
“Not now, Paul,” I began, then sway ed as the room spun. My hand dropped to catch myself on the bed before I fell.
“What the hell happened to you? Are you okay?” He reached for me, clasping my elbow to help me sit down, but I was having none of that. I shrugged off the help and stood, albeit
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