Operation: Tempt Me (33 page)

SexyLady4U:
OK. OK. Gosh,
U R cranky.

MissionMan:
No. Horny.

SexyLady4U:
Mmmm. Me 2. I
want 2 be tied up and @ UR mercy, Finn.

MissionMan:
Tied, huh?
How?

SexyLady4U:
2 my bed.
Hands over my head. Maybe feet tied as well. My pussy exposed and @ your
complete mercy 2 pleasure as U see fit.

MissionMan:
God, Emma! U
R killing me here. How’d U learn 2 talk like this?

SexyLady4U:
I read a lot.
Sex is very interesting 2 me but I bet U can make it a whole lot more
interesting. Can’t U, Finn?

MissionMan:
I will, baby.
As soon as we meet. I’ll make every fantasy come true and we’ll discover new
fantasies 2, 1s we can think of together.

SexyLady4U:
U R such a
tease. We will never meet.

MissionMan:
Never say
never, baby.

SexyLady4U:
Oh, now who’s
got a fantasy? Just stop.

MissionMan:
We will meet
some day, Emma. That’s a promise.

SexyLady4U:
We come from
2 different worlds. Besides U R not even in the States.

MissionMan:
True. But
that’s really only a plane ride or 2.

SexyLady4U:
And if that
were true, U’d have met me by now.

MissionMan:
Just give me
the address, baby. I’ll make plans right now.

SexyLady4U:
Tease! U said
B4 that U hardly come back 2 the States cuz of UR missions. So we will never
meet.

MissionMan:
Again, never
say never, baby. U never know. My next mission may bring me back 2 the States.
Maybe I’ll make U my next undercover op. Don’t U want 2 feel my cock fill that
sweet pussy?

SexyLady4U:
Oh, yes.
Deep. Hard. Fast.

MissionMan:
I’m gonna
enjoy bondage games with U. I’ve never tied a woman up.

SexyLady4U:
Never?
Thought U were a man of the world?

MissionMan:
LOL. Never
spent more time with a woman than it took 2 fuck her until I came. U’d be my
first play date.

SexyLady4U:
Somehow I
can’t imagine being UR first anything. LOL. So then I guess I’m special.

MissionMan:
More than U
know. U intrigue me. And I’ve told U I want pictures.

SexyLady4U:
UR
imagination will serve U better. U’ll have a better erotic image.

MissionMan:
Send me pics,
Emma. I mean it.

SexyLady4U:
LOL. Finn,
when will U realize UR hard-ass ways don’t work on me?

MissionMan:
I’m gonna
enjoy spanking U.

SexyLady4U:
Mmmm. Another
of my fantasies.

MissionMan:
Won’t be when
I blister UR ass for not sending pics.

SexyLady4U:
Hahaha. U
don’t scare me, Finn. All UR doing is making me wet.

MissionMan:
Damn! Send
fucking pics. Now. Let me @ least look @ UR picture while I jerk off 2 UR
words.

SexyLady4U:
All U have 2
do is close your eyes and picture me the way I described myself.

MissionMan:
Damnit, Emma.
Men are visual. I need 2 see what U look like.

SexyLady4U:
Sorry, baby.
I’m not sending pics. U haven’t sent me any so stop complaining.

MissionMan:
Told U, I’ll
send some when U do.

SexyLady4U:
Ain’t
happening. Sorry. Don’t want my image floating around cyberspace.

MissionMan:
Fuck that!
The only place it’ll float is on my computer screen as I stroke my cock while
looking @ how beautiful U R.

SexyLady4U:
Gonna let U
go now.

MissionMan:
Of course U
R. U always do that U know.

SexyLady4U:
Do what?

MissionMan:
Run. Every
time we talk about U sending me a picture U gotta go.

SexyLady4U:
I do not.

MissionMan:
Whatever. Now
U’ve just managed 2 pique my curiosity beyond my control.

SexyLady4U:
How so?

MissionMan:
Now I WILL
meet U. I’ll plan a special covert op 2 visit U.

SexyLady4U:
LOL. Wishful
thinking, baby. We have these times on the computer. That’s all.

MissionMan:
Yeah. We’ll
just see about that. Run for now, Emma. U won’t hide though.

SexyLady4U:
U don’t scare
me, Finn.

MissionMan:
Wasn’t trying
2, baby. I want U and plan 2 have U. Someday we’ll meet. I’ll make damn sure of
it. That, my dear, is a promise I plan 2 keep no matter what.

SexyLady4U:
Mmmm. Well,
until that day comes all we have is these chats. But I do have 2 go. Write
soon. Mwah!

MissionMan:
Damn it!
Emma! I’ve got something for U to kiss.

SexyLady4U:
I’m sure U
do, bad boy. Bye 4 now.

MissionMan:
I’m gonna
really enjoy spanking U, baby.

Chapter One

Three months later

Spring had
finally come to eastern Vermont after a long, grueling winter of blizzards and
ice storms. As Emma Shields drove over the covered bridge that led to the
middle of town, she inhaled the fresh warm air breezing through the open
windows of her pickup truck. Wildflowers were springing to life, adding a
fragrance to the air that chased away memories of the snow that had only
recently melted. All the trees were budding and would be covered in green
leaves within a few short weeks. The beautiful natural surroundings provided a
pleasant backdrop to the unique shops, galleries, country stores, and family
restaurants that crowded the center of town.

The residents
of White Cap Creek, Emma’s tiny hometown, were bustling about on this gorgeous
Friday afternoon. The kids were out of school for the weekend, running and
smiling. Mothers and grandmothers pushed strollers through the sunshine while
window-shopping along busy Merridien Street, the only major thoroughfare
throughout the small town. All other streets were narrow and quiet. But
Merridien Street served a special purpose, a place where residents could
converge and catch up on gossip and news-mostly gossip.

The older men
smoked cigars and sipped coffee outside the Gin Mill Restaurant. It was nice to
see the sidewalk patio open again for customers to enjoy their meals outside in
the fresh air. Some sat with the newspaper, reading it front to back and
everything in between. Afterward there would be some heated debates concerning
world events. Some of the men raced to be the first to finish the daily
crossword puzzle. Emma laughed at the routine of her small hometown. Most
residents may not be up to date on today’s technologies like computers and the
Internet, but that stopped none of them from being informed citizens.

Emma swung
her truck into a parking spot on the side of Galway Florist. Jumping out, she
quickly removed her packages from the backseat and strolled into the shop. Mrs.
Galway came out from the back as the front door chime signaled Emma’s arrival.

“Emma. How
nice to see you, dear,” Mrs. Galway said, bustling her short, plump body to
Emma’s side to lean up on her toes and kiss Emma’s cheek.

The woman was
always pristinely dressed in blouse, long skirt, and shoes. Emma didn’t miss
the once over Mrs. Galway gave her as she walked into the room. Emma’s choice
of jeans and T-shirts was always a topic for discussion and she was grateful
not to have to listen to a lecture on dressing like a woman or on the fine art
of applying makeup. Emma worked on a farm for Christ’s sake. Who was she to
impress anyway? The horses?

“Same here,
Mrs. Galway. Here are the roses you ordered.”

Emma carried
the boxes of her prize roses to the back room for the older woman who followed
closely behind.

“Oh, they
smell so fresh and fragrant,” Mrs. Galway announced, opening the boxes. “So
beautiful, too. Your roses are just so exquisite, Emma.”

“Thank you.”
Emma never tired of hearing compliments about her roses. Her hard work had paid
off finally.

“Have some
coffee, won’t you?” Without waiting for an answer, Mrs. Galway poured a mug and
handed it to Emma.

Emma
automatically accepted the coffee with a stir of panic in her gut. She
absolutely couldn’t get stuck here talking to the well-meaning but nosy woman.
She was too busy for small talk and gossip. “I can’t, Mrs. Galway, but I do
appreciate the offer. I have some other errands to do before heading home.” To
ensure she didn’t get cornered, Emma talked while walking back to the front of
the store, placing her coffee mug on the counter.

“Oh, I do
worry about you being all alone out there on your farm.”

Emma laughed,
knowing that a typical match making session was in store for her if she didn’t
escape. “I’m just fine out there. There’s nowhere else I’d like to be.”
Except
in Finn’s arms.
Oh, hell. Where did that thought come from?

“You know,
Emma. The Sanders’ middle boy is looking mighty fine these days. Why just the
other day I saw him hauling groceries for his mama. What a kind boy and
educated. You’d do good to catch his eye. I could ask him to take you to
dinner, if you’d like.”

Embarrassment
swamped Emma. Was she now so desperate that her neighbors thought she couldn’t
get a guy to ask her out without interference from them? Christ, she was
twenty-nine-years old and could find her own man. Why did everyone think she
needed a man? There was nothing wrong with living alone. She could do as she
wished, come and go as she pleased. Hell, if she didn’t want to make the bed
then she didn’t have to. And it was a bonus to have the house to herself, if
she cleaned something then it stayed clean.

“That won’t
be necessary, but thank you, Mrs. Galway. I’m quite capable of making my own
dinner arrangements. I’m just not interested.” Emma relied solely on her
manners when she really just wanted to scream at the constant matchmaking. Her
objections always fall on deaf ears.

The older
woman sighed, her pudgy fingers resting across her belly. “I figured you’d say
no. Oh, well, back to business. Emma, I’ll need two-dozen more roses for early
tomorrow. Can you make it?”

“Promise not
to have the Sanders boy here when I arrive?” Emma asked with a bit more sarcasm
than she intended.

Mrs. Galway
made a face acknowledging defeat. “Oh, very well. But I really do need the
roses. Right before you came in, I got a special order. The young man was very
adamant about having the most perfect roses.” Mrs. Galway clapped her hands
together with excitement. “Oh, he sounded so romantic. Odd that I couldn’t
place his voice though, and I know everyone in these parts. He had an accent I
just couldn’t place. And his voice was very handsome.”

Emma didn’t
want to know how a voice could be handsome, so she didn’t ask. A question like
that would suck her into a lesson on romance for sure. “Didn’t you ask for a
name?”

“Now, I didn’t
want to be nosy.” Emma stifled a laugh while Mrs. Galway showed her the order
form she had written the stranger’s info on. “He just gave the initials MM.”

Leave it to
Mrs. Galway to find mystery in initials. “Guess that’s better than nothing.
I’ll have the roses for you first thing tomorrow morning, Mrs. Galway. I do
have to run now to finish my errands. I’ll see you tomorrow.” When Emma was
finally allowed to leave, she walked quickly to the General Store for a few
quick supplies. While she usually enjoyed talking and mingling with her
neighbors and enjoyed the adult company on her trips into town, she just wasn’t
in the mood today for small talk no matter how lonely she felt.

It had been
over a week since she’d last talked to her pen pal, Finn, and she was worried
about him. Stationed oversees in some God forsaken third-world country was part
of his job as a military commander, but it still made her nervous when she
didn’t hear from him. And this had been the longest they’d gone without talking
since they’d started writing each other. The seven days since his last email
had been long and worrisome. It was unusual for him not to write. Unusual not
to get even a quick email. So to keep her mind occupied, Emma kept busy with
errands and chores, always able to find something to do on her farm. It was
funny how her life seemed so boring now that she corresponded with Finn and
heard his tales of danger and adventure, not to mention all of the sexual
things he wanted to do to her body. It wasn’t that farm life was boring,
because she loved every bit of it. But now, it felt as if her life was missing
something.