her
day when a fit person assumed the exercises were a cake-walk.
“That’s quite the
intense burn,” he grunted. “I’m finding it really difficult to look calm and
cool for you.”
Katrina laughed. “Trust
me, you don’t have to try too hard.”
“I beg to differ,” Cole
said winded. “I’m sweating like a maniac here.”
“Now, lets finish off
with some fire. Are you ready for the One Hundreds?”
<><><>
Cole could feel his abs crying out for
mercy already. “I don’t like the sound of that!”
Leaning over him, she
touched her fingers to his temples, aligning his head. Then she placed a flat
gentle hand on his firm stomach as he crunched up with effort, breathing
fluidly in the process. “Keep going, Cole, you’re doing great,” she encouraged.
“And thirty, thirty one…”
Cole realized it was the
first time she’d said his name and it sounded intimate, almost familiar. He
liked it. They’d gotten to that point in such a short time. Still, there was
another way they could grow even more intimate and familiar. Cole could easily
imagine taking part in that act with Katrina, having her say his name as he
satisfied her. It would be like heaven on earth, but he was also realistic. He
didn’t consider himself the type that would jump a beautiful woman’s bones
before he even knew her. Being here a mere week hardly constituted knowing each
other enough .
But there was always the future. Maybe back in New York they could see each
other under different circumstances. He would keep in touch.
<><><>
In turn, Katrina felt the closeness
between them. She fought it, but it was there. Touching him, she felt as if her
hands would melt right into his flesh. It took everything to fight the urge to
crawl right on top of him and feel their bodies pressing together. Admitting
she felt safe around him was easy…in her head. But she could never admit it
aloud, that would show her vulnerability. Getting any closer wasn’t an option.
She wouldn’t’ allow herself that pleasure because of the risk involved; the
risk of getting hurt again. How many more days until he left? Three. A nagging
dread surfaced at the thought of his departure. In three days he would leave
and the silence she had discussed with Jacque some days ago would engulf her
and she would be an open target.
Chapter Nine
“Morning, Roy, lots
today I see.” Gloria stepped toward the mailman’s outstretched arm and took the
pile of white envelopes and flyers.
“Yep. Making me work for
it today,” he snickered.
“Take care.” Gloria took
a step back from his small postal vehicle.
Roy waved as he sped off
down the driveway toward the rot-iron gate, which closed slowly after his
departure. While mindlessly sifting through the pile, Gloria sauntered back
toward the front door. As she did, she looked up and noticed a piece of white
paper hanging out of the mailbox.
“That’s strange,” she
lifted the lid and pulled out a similar envelope to the one from the previous
day. Her fingers trembled and she automatically turned around in a circle as if
looking for the messenger. She knew of course that he was long gone, but the
feeling of violation lingered.
Opening the grand door,
she strode with purpose through the foyer, passing the hall that led to
Secretary Mitchell’s study. She knew he was in there, as he spent late evenings
and early mornings taking care of business before Jimmy woke up. Instead, she
walked directly toward the back of the house. Bending over to take something
out of the oven, Jacque had his back to her and was whistling to himself.
Gloria passed right by, not wanting to stray from her task. Approaching Agent
Nielsen’s door, she knocked lightly and waited.
<><><>
day when a fit person assumed the exercises were a cake-walk.
“That’s quite the
intense burn,” he grunted. “I’m finding it really difficult to look calm and
cool for you.”
Katrina laughed. “Trust
me, you don’t have to try too hard.”
“I beg to differ,” Cole
said winded. “I’m sweating like a maniac here.”
“Now, lets finish off
with some fire. Are you ready for the One Hundreds?”
<><><>
Cole could feel his abs crying out for
mercy already. “I don’t like the sound of that!”
Leaning over him, she
touched her fingers to his temples, aligning his head. Then she placed a flat
gentle hand on his firm stomach as he crunched up with effort, breathing
fluidly in the process. “Keep going, Cole, you’re doing great,” she encouraged.
“And thirty, thirty one…”
Cole realized it was the
first time she’d said his name and it sounded intimate, almost familiar. He
liked it. They’d gotten to that point in such a short time. Still, there was
another way they could grow even more intimate and familiar. Cole could easily
imagine taking part in that act with Katrina, having her say his name as he
satisfied her. It would be like heaven on earth, but he was also realistic. He
didn’t consider himself the type that would jump a beautiful woman’s bones
before he even knew her. Being here a mere week hardly constituted knowing each
other enough .
But there was always the future. Maybe back in New York they could see each
other under different circumstances. He would keep in touch.
<><><>
In turn, Katrina felt the closeness
between them. She fought it, but it was there. Touching him, she felt as if her
hands would melt right into his flesh. It took everything to fight the urge to
crawl right on top of him and feel their bodies pressing together. Admitting
she felt safe around him was easy…in her head. But she could never admit it
aloud, that would show her vulnerability. Getting any closer wasn’t an option.
She wouldn’t’ allow herself that pleasure because of the risk involved; the
risk of getting hurt again. How many more days until he left? Three. A nagging
dread surfaced at the thought of his departure. In three days he would leave
and the silence she had discussed with Jacque some days ago would engulf her
and she would be an open target.
Chapter Nine
“Morning, Roy, lots
today I see.” Gloria stepped toward the mailman’s outstretched arm and took the
pile of white envelopes and flyers.
“Yep. Making me work for
it today,” he snickered.
“Take care.” Gloria took
a step back from his small postal vehicle.
Roy waved as he sped off
down the driveway toward the rot-iron gate, which closed slowly after his
departure. While mindlessly sifting through the pile, Gloria sauntered back
toward the front door. As she did, she looked up and noticed a piece of white
paper hanging out of the mailbox.
“That’s strange,” she
lifted the lid and pulled out a similar envelope to the one from the previous
day. Her fingers trembled and she automatically turned around in a circle as if
looking for the messenger. She knew of course that he was long gone, but the
feeling of violation lingered.
Opening the grand door,
she strode with purpose through the foyer, passing the hall that led to
Secretary Mitchell’s study. She knew he was in there, as he spent late evenings
and early mornings taking care of business before Jimmy woke up. Instead, she
walked directly toward the back of the house. Bending over to take something
out of the oven, Jacque had his back to her and was whistling to himself.
Gloria passed right by, not wanting to stray from her task. Approaching Agent
Nielsen’s door, she knocked lightly and waited.
<><><>
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