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His thoughts turned to Addie as the water rushed over him. She wore her hair down and loose today. It reminded him of Julia Roberts’ hair in Pretty Woman. He only knew about that show because of his sister’s fascination with it, and how she wanted a rich prince charming. He snorted at the thought of his sister. She certainly didn’t need to be what he was thinking of when he knew he was going to have very naughty thoughts of one Addie Marshall.

              Her blue slacks only accentuated her ass, and her khaki colored blouse was tailored to fit around her ample breasts and perfectly fit her waist. He noticed that she wore suede shoes that matched the color of her blouse. She was sex personified. So what made him so attracted to Candy? Candy...who wore a tight black skirt and a white blouse that the buttons were straining to keep closed. She was taller than Addie by at least five inches, and she wore flats. No thank you. He’d take Addie.

             
His cock was throbbing as he thought of how he’d undress Addie. First her shoes, then he’d unbutton her blouse, and take her pants off. He didn’t notice a panty line so he figured that she wore thongs. Thank fuck. He imagined a black lacy bra and thong.

             
His hand moved to his dick. He almost wished he wasn’t so fucking big and in demand. Almost. But eight and a half inches and a girth that most women couldn’t wrap a hand around, it was heavy and fully erect, jutting straight out from his body. He’d heard all the whispers behind his back in Basic Training. And he’d had no problem having women to fuck either. But there was one in particular that was on his mind that he’d love to sink balls deep into and have her scream his name as he did it too.

             
Addie Marshall.

             
He stood from under water and poured a little shampoo in his hand. Taking his dick in hand, he slowly started to move. He closed his eyes and thought of Addie. How would she move under him? How would she taste on his tongue? He stroked a little faster now and imagined her taking her bra off, and that skimpy little thong. He imagined her with a small patch of hair right about that bare little pussy. How she’d waxed all the way to her ass. His hand was squeezing the shit out of his dick now, and because he hadn’t fucked a woman since last Saturday, it didn’t take long and he was coming all over the back wall of the shower. Spurt after spurt of his seed hit the wall and slid down into the tub and washed down the drain. When he hadn’t had sex in a while, it’s like he stored up his reserves and emptied both tanks. He felt like he was coming for long minutes instead of seconds.

             
Taking a nice deep breath, rolled his head around his neck and washed his hair and body, made sure he’d cleaned the back part of the shower and turned off the water. Grabbing the towel, he dried off as he made his way to his king size bed. Tossing the towel into the hamper from across the room, he slid into bed naked and hit the remote for the TV.

             
His phone dinged again. Looking at the time on his alarm clock, he tried to reason who would text him this late. It was after ten.

            
 
Carl: I found Jess’ alert roster. U want UR girls digits?

            
 
There was no fucking way Conrad was going to pass this opportunity up.

             
Conrad: Fuck ya! Send it!!

             
Carl: FYI, U didnt get from me!

             
Conrad: No shit

             
When the number came through on his phone. Conrad sent a message of thanks, then added Addie’s contact into his phone. Hell yeah. Now, he could go to sleep. Tossing his phone on the night table, Conrad pulled the black sheet and comforter over him and rolled over and let sleep take him into dreams of Addie Marshall.

C
hapter Six

             
Addie woke up the next morning sore as all get out. She had stayed up past midnight packing up her apartment. She was going to tackle the kitchen tonight after work. She’d talked to her mom and dad about her new apartment as she packed. They had certainly approved that she was moving to a more mainstream place and not the old rundown apartment complex she was in now. Right before she got off the phone with her mom though, her dad had popped on real quick to say that he’d hired one of those companies that would move you as long as you packed everything up. That took care of that problem!

             
Walking under the hot spray of the shower, Addie thought about everything that she still had left to pack and was secretly happy that it was Friday. She’d get take-out on the way home and continue packing until most of it was done. For now though, she had to make it through the day. Her appointments were pretty steady during the afternoon, but her morning was open solid.  After soaping up and getting her hair washed, she rinsed quickly and jumped out of the shower, toweling dry as she went.

             
Mentally prepping her closet packing that was going to be easy. She pulled out a pair of black skinny pants and a white button down and her red suede pumps. Perfect, she thought. She got dressed and made her way to the bathroom where she flipped her head upside down and only partially dried it, or her hair looked like a total frizz bomb. Sliding some mousse into her hair, she threw on some light makeup and headed back into her bedroom.

             
Sweet Jesus, she thought as she looked at her analogue clock on the bedside table. She had time to stop at Starbucks and get a huge coffee and a danish. Grabbing her phone, she made her way toward the front door picking up her purse along the way.

              As her computer booted up, Talia stuck her head around the corner of Addie’s cubicle.

             
“Hey boss lady.” Talia said with a smile.

             
“Don’t go there Tal.” Addie warned smiling. “I’m just a ‘lead’ in the whole scheme of things.” Addie made the air quotes. “But the pay raise is wicked.”

             
“I’ll bet.” Talia looked down the hall into Claymore’s office. “So, Claymore mine is in a meeting.” She rested up against the wall of Addie’s cubicle now. “Is it true he’s moving up or what?”

             
“Nope.” Jessica’s bubbly response came from behind Talia, startling her and Addie.

             
“Girl, how many times do I have to tell you not to scare a woman?” Talia brought her arm around Jessica, bringing her closer. “Now tell us what you know.” She smiled conspiratorially.

             
“His last eval was complete shit.” Jessica whispered. “Apparently Mr. Monroe wasn’t happy with a few customer comment cards about his attitude. That and remember when Helen took the day off when her husband came home injured from Afghanistan? Apparently she had scheduled training that Claymore said she couldn’t miss? He wrote her up for it and her husband went ballistic and called the head cheese Mr. Glenview.”

             
“Holy shit.” Addie whispered. “I didn’t know he wrote her up.”

             
“What a dick.” Talia added.

             
“There’s also a rumor going around that Claymore’s wife is having an affair with some E-6.” Jessica whispered even more quiet. “He’s been staying at the hotel on post using the Veteran rate.”

             
“No!” Both Addie and Talia exclaimed at once.

             
“Ladies...would you mind telling me why there is no one up front?”

             
Claymore.

             
And thankfully he was standing in the doorway to the cubicle farm, several feet away.

             
“We were just congratulating Addie on her promotion.” Jessica said all bubbly again. “Taking Addie to Lunch next week.”  And then she practically flounced away.

             
“You need help moving tomorrow?” Talia asked as Claymore walked by giving her a stern look that said ‘she needed to get back to her desk.’

             
“Nah. Dad hired one of those you-pack-it-we-haul-it companies.” Addie leaned over in her chair to make sure that Claymore had went into his office. “When I went upstairs yesterday to sign my paperwork from Mr. Monroe...he told Claymore to make sure that I had access to everything.”

             
Talia’s eyebrows went up and she pursed her lips. “Maybe he’s on his way out.” She whispered. “I better get to my jail cell before I’m on my way out.” She laughed and went back to her cubicle.

             
Spending the rest of her morning looking at different decorating ideas for her new apartment, she was caught by surprise when she heard his voice again.

             
“I don’t think Uncle Sam would approve of you getting paid to surf the internet on a government computer Miss Marshall.” Conrad smiled brightly, not waiting for an invitation, he came into her cubicle and took a seat in the chair by her desk.

             
“Well I don’t think Uncle Sam would approve of you coming in here wasting my time while you are supposed to be...hell, I don’t know...teaching soldiers the art of war or something.” Addie minimized the screen on her computer and sat back with her arms across her chest.

             
“Is it not your job to service the soldiers that come in here Miss Marshall?” Conrad grinned.

             
Addie had to think for a moment. He was baiting her.

             
“So it would seem that you think I am here to indulge in your every whim.” There, that should work.

             
“And Uncle Sam is paying you to do it.” He shook his head. “What are you doing for lunch?”

             
“I was going to get a fat, greasy burger with fries and mayonnaise.” She looked at the time on her computer. “And I only have twenty five more minutes to wait.”

             
“Oh good. I love a greasy hamburger. Although, I’ll forego the mayonnaise.” He leaned back into the chair and propped his right ankle on his left knee. “We can wait together.”

             
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Addie put her hands up. “You can’t wait here.”

             
“Why not.”

             
“Well....first of all, I’m supposed to be working. Not socializing.”

             
“You were just looking at Kirkland’s website.” Conrad shrugged. “That isn’t working.”

             
“But...uh...” Addie couldn’t think of a good rebuttal, so she sat up straighter in her chair and scooted closer to her desk and brought up the Kirkland’s website screen and browsed the site.

             
The two of them were quiet. Addie looking at the computer. Conrad looking at Addie. This went on for about ten minutes until Claymore opened his door and announced that everyone would leave twenty minutes early for lunch. Then he went back inside his office and closed the door.

             
Addie didn’t move. But Conrad did. He stood up, reached over for her ID card and pulled it out of the slot, effectively locking her computer, then looked at her picture on it and slid it in his ACU pants pocket.

             
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth sugar.” He grinned wickedly. “I get twenty extra minutes with me. I know just the greasy burger joint to go to.”

             
“Oh no you don’t.” Addie shook her head. “I don’t want to have to run into another of your big blonde, big boobed friends.”

             
“Well, they don’t eat shit like that, so you don’t have to worry.” Conrad supplied for her.

             
“So what does that say about me?” She put her hands on her hips and gave him an indignant look.

             
Conrad stepped closer to her so that he was mere inches away, then he leaned down in her face.

             
“It means Miss Marshall, that you have a healthy appetite and nothing more. Besides, I like a woman with a healthy appetite. Don’t read into it.”

             
He continued to stare at her, even when she couldn’t come up with a smart answer.

             
“Fine.” Addie whispered. “I’m hungry. Can you not stare at me please.” It came out as a statement rather than a question.

             
“Why? Do I make you nervous?”

             
Addie just squinted her eyes at him in annoyance. “No.”

             
“Fine.” He whispered back. “Why are we whispering anyway?”

             
“Ugh.” Addie threw her hands up and turned to get her purse and phone and led Conrad out of the building.