Elle Joyner
Fracturer of Fairytales
Spy Games: Close to the Chest
Out of an orange-colored,
purple-striped,
pretty green, polka-dot sky
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
And goodbye!
“Eddy…”
As she bobbed from side to side to the old Nat King Cole hit, the faucet ran at full blast, sluicing suds from a clean dish before she added it to the pile in the dish drainer. Music pulsed through the headphones at a decibel one might expect for Psychological Warfare, but Edith Montgomery was oblivious to the volume, her own slightly off-key vocals resonating through the kitchen.
“Eddy!”
Looking up, the brunette caught sight of the man behind her and grinned, slipping the headphones back behind her ears.
“Hey, Lucky! What’s up?"
“Geez, Ed. I’ve been calling you for like… twenty minutes. You’re gonna need a hearing aid in a few months, you keep playin’ those things so loud. We’ve got a briefing in ten, from D.C.”
“Another one? Suits don’t have anything better to do then bust our humps, huh?”
Lucas Granger, an undercover specialist for the Federal Bureau of Investigations, was easily one of the best looking sons of a gun Eddy had ever encountered. With sandy blonde hair, freakishly blue eyes, and a physique Adonis might be jealous of, he looked more Abercrombie model than agent. Still, despite his looks and his charm, he was one of the most professional men she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting… but that didn’t stop him from being an unmitigated flirt.
“Bust our humps…” He said, with a smirk, his leathery baritone carting more than its share of implication, “Here I thought that was my job.”
“You wish…”
“Hell yeah, I do.”
Lucas winked and Eddy grabbed the towel closest to her, snapping it in his direction, “Down boy.”
“Hey, now! Watch the goods…” He caught the edge of the towel when she snapped it a second time and yanked her in, close enough that Eddy could see he needed a shave, “Save the foreplay for later.”
“Ugh…” Eddy pinched him and Lucas let her go with a laugh, “You’re a pig and half, Lucky.”
“And you wouldn’t have me any other way, Ed.”
The viewing room where the team received their instructions was held in one of the two guest houses on the enormous Mediterranean property. The Eight bedroom house, just two miles east of the Del Mar beaches was more luxury than most of them were used to, complete with a chef’s kitchen, a gym, an in-ground pool, a bar and rec room, a home theater and a multi-car garage, stocked with the latest in both luxury and terrain vehicles. The second guest house had been transformed into a training facility complete with a dojo, a lap pool and a fully stocked firing range.
It was a short walk, but it was unseasonably warm and by the time they entered the smaller of the two guest houses, Eddy’s shirt was already sticking to her skin, the nape of her neck drenched. Slipping into the refreshing air conditioning, she followed Lucas to the round table in the center of the room where they, and the others would receive their instructions from Washington.
Out of an orange-colored,
purple-striped,
pretty green, polka-dot sky
Flash! Bam! Alakazam!
And goodbye!
“Eddy…”
As she bobbed from side to side to the old Nat King Cole hit, the faucet ran at full blast, sluicing suds from a clean dish before she added it to the pile in the dish drainer. Music pulsed through the headphones at a decibel one might expect for Psychological Warfare, but Edith Montgomery was oblivious to the volume, her own slightly off-key vocals resonating through the kitchen.
“Eddy!”
Looking up, the brunette caught sight of the man behind her and grinned, slipping the headphones back behind her ears.
“Hey, Lucky! What’s up?"
“Geez, Ed. I’ve been calling you for like… twenty minutes. You’re gonna need a hearing aid in a few months, you keep playin’ those things so loud. We’ve got a briefing in ten, from D.C.”
“Another one? Suits don’t have anything better to do then bust our humps, huh?”
Lucas Granger, an undercover specialist for the Federal Bureau of Investigations, was easily one of the best looking sons of a gun Eddy had ever encountered. With sandy blonde hair, freakishly blue eyes, and a physique Adonis might be jealous of, he looked more Abercrombie model than agent. Still, despite his looks and his charm, he was one of the most professional men she’d ever had the pleasure of meeting… but that didn’t stop him from being an unmitigated flirt.
“Bust our humps…” He said, with a smirk, his leathery baritone carting more than its share of implication, “Here I thought that was my job.”
“You wish…”
“Hell yeah, I do.”
Lucas winked and Eddy grabbed the towel closest to her, snapping it in his direction, “Down boy.”
“Hey, now! Watch the goods…” He caught the edge of the towel when she snapped it a second time and yanked her in, close enough that Eddy could see he needed a shave, “Save the foreplay for later.”
“Ugh…” Eddy pinched him and Lucas let her go with a laugh, “You’re a pig and half, Lucky.”
“And you wouldn’t have me any other way, Ed.”
The viewing room where the team received their instructions was held in one of the two guest houses on the enormous Mediterranean property. The Eight bedroom house, just two miles east of the Del Mar beaches was more luxury than most of them were used to, complete with a chef’s kitchen, a gym, an in-ground pool, a bar and rec room, a home theater and a multi-car garage, stocked with the latest in both luxury and terrain vehicles. The second guest house had been transformed into a training facility complete with a dojo, a lap pool and a fully stocked firing range.
It was a short walk, but it was unseasonably warm and by the time they entered the smaller of the two guest houses, Eddy’s shirt was already sticking to her skin, the nape of her neck drenched. Slipping into the refreshing air conditioning, she followed Lucas to the round table in the center of the room where they, and the others would receive their instructions from Washington.
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