When the ringing stopped, Markus said, “Where were we?” He nibbled at her collarbone. Gabby gave in to the sensation, the tingles running through her body, the feeling of his skin on hers sending her into the stratosphere. How had she lived without this?
The phone rang again.
This time, the mood was broken. She couldn’t sink into the pleasure anymore. “We have to answer. She’s not going to give up.”
Markus groaned in frustration and threw on a fluffy white hotel robe monogrammed with the letter G. “Give me a minute. I’ll be back.”
Gabby started to say something, and he shook his head. “Don’t talk. I’m trying to focus on not sexy thoughts.” When he had won the war against his erection, he picked up and put Valentina on speakerphone.
“I was about to send in backup.”
Markus sighed. “I was in the shower.”
“There are two of you. Were you both in the shower?” After Valentina said it out loud, she seemed to realize that was probablywhat happened and admonished, “Jesus, you two. This is aworktrip, not a honeymoon!”
Markus didn’t answer. “Okay, what’s going on?”
“The president is freaking out. He wants Sheridan evacuated from the resort immediately.”
“I think you should give us a day,” Markus said. “We haven’t pinpointed the leak. If someone is trying to get information from Sheridan, they’ll likely do it again. Let’s leave the bait out and find them.”
That sounded smart. Also, Gabby wasn’t ready to leave yet. She glanced at Markus, replaying the scene in the bathroom, a scene she’d like to finish.
“Gabby, I haven’t had a chance to tell you, but we were invited to an exclusive dinner for the Inner-G higher-ups. It’s in forty-five minutes. It’s a good opportunity to get closer to anyone who might be selling intel.”
“Where is it?” Valentina asked.
“Genesis and Jasmine’s house.”
“Depending on security, we could break into his office,” Gabby said.
Last time she’d broken into an office, the security had been intense. A whole team of agents had spent all night preparing.
“Can we plan an op on such short notice?” Gabby asked.
Markus nodded. “Let’s do it. His private computer is in his office. We can look for any financial trails.”
Before she hung up, Valentina said, “And don’t forget what we talked about, Agent Greene.” Gabby froze at Valentina’s last line, which was clearly a reminder to keep an eye on Markus, stated right in front of Markus. The audacity.
“Your ex-wife sure has some timing,” said Gabby.
“You mean your boss?” Markus countered.
She gave a half-hearted laugh, but the truth was, Valentina belonged to both of them at this point.
“Truth or dare?” said Markus, suddenly.
For once, she was going with dare. For a spy, she was not a good liar. “Dare.”
He raised a brow. “Okay, I guess you’re breaking into his office while I cause a distraction.”
“Deal.” Adrenaline shot through her veins and lit her body up like the Vegas Strip.
While they were getting ready, Markus asked, “What was that cryptic ‘what we talked about’ stuff?”
Gabby improvised, “Just that she wants me to stay on task and not get distracted by romance.”
“Oh.” He snorted in derision. “Tell her to politely fuck off. With all due respect.”
