Thankfully, she left the room earlier, taking her intimidating presence with her. I felt it briefly return when she called Agent Andrews to summon him to her office to pick up the agreement. Even over the phone, her commanding energy came through.
Or maybe I’m just jealous of her strength.
I repeatedly click the ink pen while staring at the signature line.Before I can tug at the stretched-out elastic waistband of my big girl panties to yank them up, Reed breezes into the room.
Oh, thank goodness.
His assuredness sends flutters of comfort through me. Now that he’s here, the ground beneath me is more solid. The air is lighter. And my heartbeat is steadier.
“Hey,” he says, his voice soothing like a lullaby.
One look and one word. That’s all it takes. I give the pen one last click and scrawl my name on the line.
It’s done.
Agent Andrews reaches across the table to swipe the signed agreement before leaving the room. At least, I assume it’s him from the tiny view in the corner of my eye. My focus is squarely on Reed as he circles the table and returns to his seat on my right. He holds my stare with his every purposeful step.
Unable to speak, I just gawk at him. Not mindlessly or because I’m infatuated with him. It’s as if I’m seeking something only he can give me. Whether it’s his strength, familiarity, or comfort, I don’t know. Maybe it’s all of the above.
I’m snapped out of my haze when several people file into the room at once.
Reed rolls his chair close and squeezes my knee under the table. “These are some of my team members. After introductions, we’ll talk next steps.”
I can’t resist touching him, so I covertly slip my hand on top of his. “Sounds good.”
Reed turns his hand upside down, laces our fingers together, and lowers his mouth toward my ear. “You’re doing great, by the way. I’m proud of you. Chase was impressed.”
His presence was already enough to steady my nerves. Now he’s just making me horny. As long as he doesn’t bust out the dimples, I’ll probably be able to make it a few more hours before I need to get him naked again.
Hopefully.
I scan the room, taking stock of Reed’s fellow FBI agents.
Standing out above the rest is a dark-eyed, handsome man in a cowboy hat.
Wait. A hat? In an office. While wearing a dress shirt and a tie.
I covertly slant my head to check out his legs andyeehaw.He’s got western boots on, and his quads are busting out of his dark gray slacks.
As he slips into his seat, he grins and winks at me.
Nice try, cowboy. I like my men like I like my nemeses—grumpy and with dirty dimples.
A female takes the seat between him and Reed, opening her laptop as soon as it hits the table. Her glossy brown hair is pulled back into a tight ponytail that gives me a headache just looking at it. She jiggles the mouse to light up her screen, then arches a brow at the man who enters behind her.Not a curious brow arch. An accusatory one.
He studiously ignores her, glancing at me with a forced smile. Before selecting a chair, he surveys the room carefully, then chooses the spot directly opposite her.
Until now, I never knew seat selection and eyebrow arching could be antagonistic.
I wonder if Reed knows what their beef is with each other. If not, I bet Andrews does.
And speak of the devil, Agent Dad saunters in next, closes the door behind him, and returns to his seat on my left. Once again, I’m completely out of my element, but thankfully sandwiched by men I trust—Dad and Daddy.Giggle.
I’ve got this.Wear a wire and act like a spy? What could possibly go wrong?
Reed scans the newcomers’ faces. “Where are the others?”
Andrews answers for the group. “The SSA said to proceed without the rest of the team. Divide and conquer.”
