Page 37 of Stealth Mission
Gone is the 1950s Era and now we’re onto the 50 Shades of Gray Era.
My mind flashes to the necktie that was lying on his lap. Oh my god.
Gulp.I might have to get a vibrator. Soon.
“Back to the story. There was an explosion and he threw himself on me like a human shield as we sped away in the back of a chauffeured car.”
A thrilled laugh bubbles across the airwaves. “I love this man. Did you ask him for a prenup?”
I almost laugh. Instead I groan and rip the scrunchie out of my hair. Long strands catch in the breeze, stirring around my face. “I’m so damned confused.”
Deadpanning, she replies, “That is your vagina staging a mutiny. It’s making a last stand.”
I grumble and push up off the stone, pacing toward the first row of agave plants. “I felt something.”
“Your clit?”
Crap. How did she know? Cringing, I blow out a breath. “But it wasn’t just my clit, it was something way north of that.”
Kneeling, I drag a fingertip through the dirt. The note is burning a hole in my pocket, but I refuse to look at it again.
“This is a really unexpected development. A good one.”
Panic rattles through me. “No! Please listen to me. I’m scared. He was so… different. He took care of me. He made sure I got home and when I woke up this morning I found his number next to a glass of water and my shotgun. All laid out just in reach. And he covered me up with a blanket.”
More panting on her end. “Wait? You were inbedwith him?”
“I fell asleep on the couch. When I woke up, I found the note.”
Something loud clatters in the background.
“Mellie, what was that sound?”
“I dropped my water bottle. That’s what happens when my best friend tells me she has a chance to end her self-imposed sexual hiatus with a freaking hero and she falls asleep on the couch.”
“Girl, I’m kind of messed up over here.”
There’s a brief pause.
“Oh, hun.” Her tone goes soft. “Honey, I’m sorry. I was just… well, having fun with you because you’re the most fun person ever.”
“Not any more. I’m the most overworked, over-stressed person ever. Now I might be the most confused.”
She makes a concerned sound. “What are you afraid of?”
“God. Everything. I can’t have a thing for a man who is going to leave in a few days. He’s a tourist.”
“But you said before that you don’t want any kind of relationship.”
Argh. I stand and let a clump of dirt fall out of my hand. “A relationship would be impossible. I have too much responsibility here. He’s American. He’ll be going back to the states before long. Besides, my father is enough trouble without me involving a man.”
I still haven’t told Mellie about Sylvester. Or my father’s scheme to get me married. That feels like a conversation we should have in person. Or maybe not at all if I can figure out how to deal with it.
She’d freak out.
“Honey, girl…” She pauses. “Are you still there?”
“Yeah. Was just lost in thought.”