The intense eyes.
The lips, slightly parted.
My breath flattens as a jolt rushes through me.
I want to grab her, kiss her, feel her?—
And fear surges through me.
What the hell am I doing here?
Even thinking about it?—
I press myself backward into the elevator to get the biggest possible distance between us.
She smirks.
“Monday,” she says and presses the button for me.
She does not wait for the doors to close. Instead, she walks away in her panties. Presenting me with an ass so firm and round, I get goosebumps just watching her walk.
In me, a desire I haven’t felt before.
A desire to feel.
To touch.
Me.
11
AMELIE
PLAYLIST: TINY RIOT - ORCHESTRAL VERSION — SAM RYDER
Monday morning.
I knock at Jane’s door at exactly 8 am.
“Enter,” she says, and I open the door. An appreciative smile hushes over her face as I close the door behind me.
“Hi,” I say.
“SF-86,” she says, and hands me a form. “Needs to be filled out. You will undergo a formal interview for a psychological evaluation, background evaluation, and financial review at the DCSA on Friday.”
“What will happen there?” I ask because it sounds like I am being taken apart—and while I know I have legit, institutionally organized papers and am a professional liar, an agency evaluation was not on my list.
Fooling agents isn’t what I had in mind.
“They will conduct a polygraph interview, you will undergo a stress test, and be asked questions about your past and present.”
I swallow, staring at the form
I can’t do that. It’s too risky. It will—I’m good, but fooling a polygraph?
You were trained for this,says a voice in my mind.You switch. End of story.
Only it’s not that easy, and my mind wanders off to the training I underwent for years. Learning how to fool everyone before I was even twelve. Twelve. Back when we were in London.
