Oxford, Dr. Rothchild was considered one of the foremost thinkers in modern archaeology, yet she had spent little time in the field. “I don’t like this,” she said, pacing in the conference tent. “Something is wrong; two dead in two weeks. Thankfully none of my students have been hurt.”
“I’m sure they had some idea of the risks involved.” Dr. Tracie Hall spoke up from the corner of the tent. Dr. Rothchild ’s recently added assistant was new to field studies as well, but nonetheless looked the part. Her white button down shirt and green tank top flawlessly countered her bronze skin.
Knowing how these situations could quickly turn south, Amanda kept her secret cravings for the hot young assistant to herself. Amanda’s eyes scanned Tracie’s supple and perfect breasts, but quickly looked away. Oh, how she would love to lick those luscious nipples straining to break free from the fabric that bound them. Amanda caught herself. “Nevertheless, Dr. Hall, risks or not, I can’t fathom the idea of losing one of ours.”
“One of ours, Amanda?” Dr. Axel “Indiana” Jones sat beside Dr. Hall looking tired, unshaven, and badly in need of a shower. He was irritated, Amanda knew that. Hell, the whole camp knew it. Sitting in the desert for forty-eight hours with nothing to do made men like Alex Jones ridiculous. Axel leaned on the hind legs of his wooden chair and sliced up an apple with his pocketknife, occasionally dripping juice onto his dirt brown khakis. She noticed the way Axel was looking at Tracie out of the corner of his eye, lustful and hungry, and Amanda wondered if he had already claimed her for himself.
“Yes, Dr. Jones,” Amanda said, “everyone working at this camp is my responsibility. Do you think your university would look kindly on one of your eager young minds getting injured? Or, dare I say, killed?”
“Of course not, but what makes you think it will happen?” Axel quipped.
Amanda kept pacing, her nerves pushing her to new ends. “Look,” Axel continued, “these are just a couple of isolated incidents. Now I say we get back to work and see if we can make anything out of this tomb.”
Amanda snapped back. “I have never lost a colleague or student in a dig before, Dr. Jones, and I am not going to start now. Two dead workers means that there is trouble here, and we should not interfere with it. This may be a common adventure for you, but when people begin dying, I have no interest in seeing more follow.”
Tracie got to her feet and laid a hand upon Amanda’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this all out, Amanda.”
The sudden touch of Tracie’s hand sent sparks through Amanda’s body. In her mind, she reached out and squeezed Dr. Hall’s succulent breasts with both hands and…“For some tomb we already suspect to be worthless,” Amanda went on, pushing images of Tracie’s supple breasts out of her mind, “why even take the chance?”
“Because we came out here to show these kids what an excavation is all about, Amanda.” Tracie continued to caress her shoulder. “Things happen. Obviously we should look into the digger’s death, but once we accomplish that I think we need to let the students do what they were paid to come out here and do.”
Rothchild contemplated Tracie’s words. Maybe, she thought, just maybe she had gone slightly overboard. “We don’t move a millimeter until we figure out that poor fellow’s fate?”
“Not a problem,” Axel said as he eyed her and Dr. Hall carefully, grinning from ear to ear.
What a cad! Of course, a man like Axel would find sexual opportunity in every situation. Amanda had not had a man in her bed for some time. The male dominated world of archaeology, the cruelty, the sexism, had helped Amanda stick to her preference for women like Tracie, women with cocoa skin, a tight ass, and a mouth she wanted to sink into.
“Very well then.” Amanda was far from pleased, but she knew she had to give some leeway if she wanted to
“I’m sure they had some idea of the risks involved.” Dr. Tracie Hall spoke up from the corner of the tent. Dr. Rothchild ’s recently added assistant was new to field studies as well, but nonetheless looked the part. Her white button down shirt and green tank top flawlessly countered her bronze skin.
Knowing how these situations could quickly turn south, Amanda kept her secret cravings for the hot young assistant to herself. Amanda’s eyes scanned Tracie’s supple and perfect breasts, but quickly looked away. Oh, how she would love to lick those luscious nipples straining to break free from the fabric that bound them. Amanda caught herself. “Nevertheless, Dr. Hall, risks or not, I can’t fathom the idea of losing one of ours.”
“One of ours, Amanda?” Dr. Axel “Indiana” Jones sat beside Dr. Hall looking tired, unshaven, and badly in need of a shower. He was irritated, Amanda knew that. Hell, the whole camp knew it. Sitting in the desert for forty-eight hours with nothing to do made men like Alex Jones ridiculous. Axel leaned on the hind legs of his wooden chair and sliced up an apple with his pocketknife, occasionally dripping juice onto his dirt brown khakis. She noticed the way Axel was looking at Tracie out of the corner of his eye, lustful and hungry, and Amanda wondered if he had already claimed her for himself.
“Yes, Dr. Jones,” Amanda said, “everyone working at this camp is my responsibility. Do you think your university would look kindly on one of your eager young minds getting injured? Or, dare I say, killed?”
“Of course not, but what makes you think it will happen?” Axel quipped.
Amanda kept pacing, her nerves pushing her to new ends. “Look,” Axel continued, “these are just a couple of isolated incidents. Now I say we get back to work and see if we can make anything out of this tomb.”
Amanda snapped back. “I have never lost a colleague or student in a dig before, Dr. Jones, and I am not going to start now. Two dead workers means that there is trouble here, and we should not interfere with it. This may be a common adventure for you, but when people begin dying, I have no interest in seeing more follow.”
Tracie got to her feet and laid a hand upon Amanda’s shoulder. “We’ll figure this all out, Amanda.”
The sudden touch of Tracie’s hand sent sparks through Amanda’s body. In her mind, she reached out and squeezed Dr. Hall’s succulent breasts with both hands and…“For some tomb we already suspect to be worthless,” Amanda went on, pushing images of Tracie’s supple breasts out of her mind, “why even take the chance?”
“Because we came out here to show these kids what an excavation is all about, Amanda.” Tracie continued to caress her shoulder. “Things happen. Obviously we should look into the digger’s death, but once we accomplish that I think we need to let the students do what they were paid to come out here and do.”
Rothchild contemplated Tracie’s words. Maybe, she thought, just maybe she had gone slightly overboard. “We don’t move a millimeter until we figure out that poor fellow’s fate?”
“Not a problem,” Axel said as he eyed her and Dr. Hall carefully, grinning from ear to ear.
What a cad! Of course, a man like Axel would find sexual opportunity in every situation. Amanda had not had a man in her bed for some time. The male dominated world of archaeology, the cruelty, the sexism, had helped Amanda stick to her preference for women like Tracie, women with cocoa skin, a tight ass, and a mouth she wanted to sink into.
“Very well then.” Amanda was far from pleased, but she knew she had to give some leeway if she wanted to
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