Authors: Susan Fleming
ROMANCE: Badass Boss (Billionaire Alpha Bad Boy Romance) (Western Mail Order Bride Calendar Contemporary) (33 page)
Chapter 16
Wrap It Up
The agency issued another car to Stone and Delia.
All the way to Las Vegas, Stone looked out the windshield without saying anything.
He kept letting the car slow down to forty five miles an hour. Delia insisted they pull over so she could drive. Stone sat in the passenger seat and paid no attention to anything that didn’t concern the worthless, important papers.
The terrorists tried once more to get the prize. Stone and Delia parked in the lot of an office building just off the Strip in Las Vegas. A swarthy young man sat in a car on the other side of the lot and watched them get out. He readjusted the knife in his belt and followed them inside.
The little man with the knife followed Delia and Stone to the elevators and got into their car just after they did.
Without a signal and with no advance planning, Delia and Stone walked past the little man and out of the elevator.
They turned around and looked at the little man. The doors closed and Stone put down the box of papers. By the time the little man pushed the button that opens the door, both of them had their weapons out. The little man thought about charging at them with his knife ready to stab and rip. He looked at Stone and thought better of it. He went quietly.
On the elevator ride up to the Import/Export office, Stone said, “How do you feel right now?”
“Good.”
“I was right. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
She gave him a mock frown. “I hate it when the man in my life is right, and I’m wrong.”
“I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen often.”
The Colonel and Rose, his wife, joined Delia and Stone and Commander Smithson, the head of the Las Vegas Agency. The Colonel and Rose were present on computer screens on the table.
The Colonel opened the meeting. “Delia, how are you and Stone getting along.”
Delia gave him a big smile and leaned over to kiss Stone.
The Colonel said, “Better than I’d hoped. However, I have something we need to do before we move on. Take the folder with the pages out of order and put them in order.”
Stone located the correct folder and started to put page one upside down on the table then page two. Delia said, “Stone, my fingers are faster than yours. Could I do this?”
Stone moved the folder in front of her. “Yes, please.”
Delia’s finger flew inside the records of Donald Wenshourer, a man who’d served the agency in the early nineties. Delia got done in just a few minutes. She set the straightened papers on the desk. “I looked at each page as I collated them. Everything on every page is just what we found on the others.”
The Colonel said, “Move the papers so that they are evenly spread out in order, then look at them sideways.”
Delia aligned the pages so that they all met each other congruently and held them up at eye level. She was disappointed. “Nothing.” She put the papers down on the table. “They’re dirty. I don’t remember any of the other folders having dirty papers.”
Rose asked, “Are all four sides dirty?”
“Yes. It’s spread uniformly all around the stack.”
“Do you have a magnifying glass?”
The Commander brought a big magnifying glass from his office. He studied the stack very carefully. “The dirt isn’t dirt. It’s a series of dots and empty spaces. They’re each so small that the edge of the paper looks grey.”
Delia said, “I don’t understand. This is from the last century. We can pass information from one speeding car to another one on the freeway or put it in a coded message inside a newsgroup or fan club. Why use this low-tech method of doing it?”
The Colonel answered, “We would have been looking for it if they’d done it with high tech equipment. We monitor virtually everything that’s put on the airways or said in a news group.”
The Colonel said, “I understand now. Somebody had to smuggle the instructions for assembling a nuclear device to the person who’s going to put it together. It’s too big to put in any of the usual ways of passing information so he writes them or prints them on the sides of a series of pieces of paper then jumbles them up to make them less obvious.”
Rose added, “That explains why Sandra was targeted. She’s a temp and has less responsibility and a lower level of security than anyone else. They didn’t need to know any more than the level of activity in the office. Anyone who works there knows how hard they’re working.
Delia said, “I don’t understand. The agency could have sent those papers out any day of the week. They’re completely unimportant.”
The Colonel said, “Exactly. Any administrator would use that sort of flexible delivery to even the workload of the office. He’d schedule it for the slowest day of the week.”
Delia held her hands up. “Wait a minute, please. Why use the Veterans Administration as a delivery system?”
The Colonel had the answer to that. “It’s not just the VA. Low level positions are typically the lowest on the list of background checks. What does a background check mean for an employee who does nothing else but deal with outdated, unnecessary documents? They get one of their people on in the VA or the Navy in Los Angeles, and he can send documents that carry secret coding to any city and state in the nation in perfect safety. Anybody in government can use the inter-office mail system to send anything to any other employee as long as it looks like an official government document.”
Delia asked, “Why not use the regular Post Office and mail it?”
“Postal inspectors, Homeland security, the FBI, the CIA, NSA. All of them monitor mail sent through the Post Office. Nobody monitors mail sent through the government system. It’s perfect.
Rose had one other question. “What about Racheem Sulleiman and his group. They still have the pieces of the nuclear weapon.”
The Commander said, “That’s tomorrow’s problem. We’ll meet back here tomorrow at nine o’clock and see if there’s any new intel.”
Delia said, “Could we make it eleven. Stone and I have to go over some things.”
While everyone else watched her, she turned pink.
The Colonel said, “I think we can do that. Until tomorrow.”
This deliciously dirty story is a part of Susan Fleming’s super-charged, highly lewd collection of love and lust, written in 2015. Those who attempt to steal any part of this goldmine and take it as their own risk being a fiery, hot death from a hunk bearing copyright notices—and she’s not about to play with you.
This is a work of fiction—although we wish that people like this really existed, it’s nothing more than a figment of a very, very overactive imagination. Any resemblance to someone you know, a place you love or anything you hold dear to your heart is nothing more than a craving in your heart that these carnal desires and actions were true!
It goes without saying that this book oozes with erotic sex appeal, and is filled to the rafters with a smorgasbord of acts that you certainly wouldn’t tell your grandmother about. Bodice-ripping, panty-dropping and glasses-steaming, the scenes contained herein are wickedly naughty!
Although all the saucy characters are flirting with forbidden desires and sometimes taking the naughty fruit they really shouldn’t be, all are consenting adults over the age of 18 and not blood-related. What they are is passionate and eager to explore their carnal desires all day long.
In short, this book is going to get you very, very hot!
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Table Of Contents
Introduction
Chapter 1: The Stunner
Chapter 2: Embarrassing The Professor
Chapter 3: The Major Setback
Chapter 4: Weekend Party
Chapter 5: Problem For Ashley
Chapter 6: Indecent Proposal
Chapter 7: Three Is Never A Crowd
Conclusion
Introduction
Ashley is a 19 year old college student who is having the time of her life. This girl has got it all: looks, money, expensive possessions, a jock boyfriend, supportive parents and the attention of the male population. She is also the star cheerleader of the university no wonder why boys at school praise her that they would automatically do anything for her convenience.
She rarely does academics and school work as she can easily charm her way through it. Girls in the campus envy Ashley that is why she doesn’t have too many friends in school except for a few confidantes who also sticks up to her in order to ride on her popularity. Despite all the perfection and having things go her way; Ashley deep inside is a very insecure girl. She has a lot of anxiety issues that people do not know of.
The only person who likes to get in the way of Ashley is her Mathematics professor, Mr. Thornton. Mr. Alex Thornton is a university teacher who is well respected by students and colleagues alike due to his decorated teaching career that spans for two decades.
He is also a loving husband and a great father to his kids. He badly wants to discipline Ashley in order to correct her bratty and sometimes slutty ways around the campus. He wants to teach this girl a lesson or two so that her abuse towards school staff and male students can be put to an end.
Unfortunately, the school administration is blinded by this and they believe that Ashley’s beauty is key to the success of their university’s sports teams. Will Mr. Thornton ever get his chance in disciplining Ashley? Are there any more reasons why he loves to get in the way of this stunner?
Chapter 1
The Stunner
It is a Friday and everyone was rushing around school to beat deadlines or finish projects and requirements before the weekend arrives. It was that period in the semester when academics will surely take its toll. Classes were already ongoing while anyone who was around the campus at that time was either cramming with notes to write down or books to study on. All of a sudden, time stopped and everyone just froze.
Ashley has just entered the campus hall.
She walked gracefully in the hall enjoying all the attention being given to her. Her face was radiant and her beauty was striking as always. Her long blonde hair rested on her shoulders as curly locks fell all the way to her back.
She was wearing a blouse with a plunging neckline that accentuated her big natural breasts. The two orbs stood tall and proud as if they are going to rip off Ashley’s blouse. She was also sporting a miniskirt that clearly showed off her long and smooth legs. It is wrapped around her buttocks while maintaining the curves of the ass.
She had a tiny shoulder bag that clearly showed she doesn’t have any books or school supplies with her. She looked more like a runway model rather than a college student.
The male species were drooling over Ashley as she walks by them while girls who were clearly envious of her started to whisper words like “Such a slut!” to their friends and gave out a fake laugh. This never fazed Ashley. She is the star of the show and she will continue to flaunt her assets to get what she wants.
She was already half an hour late for her class but she still takes all the time walking the hallways without rushing or having a sense of urgency.
A few minutes later, she finally reached her classroom. She crashed to the room slowly walking towards the only vacant seat which is at the front row. Male classmates looked at her in awe while females snubbed her.
It was Mathematics class and Mr. Thornton is at the helm of it. Ashley didn’t even bother to give an excuse or an apology to her professor why she was late. Mr. Thornton just shook his head in clear disappointment. With Ashley already locked in on her seat, the class continued.
It was just a couple of minutes since Ashley stepped inside the classroom and she was already bored. She started chatting with seatmates inviting them to the upcoming weekend party to the dismay of Mr. Thornton. Clearly pissed at Ashley, he called out her attention and asked her to solve a Math problem in front of the class.
Ashley was caught surprised by this because she had no idea at all what the lesson was. Deep inside, she was trembling in fear but she quickly gathered herself and confidently walked on to the platform. What is she going to do? Will her sex appeal still save her this time? This girl surely has tricks up on her sleeves.
