of
weapons, Haley. Brains, beauty. The whole package. Don't be afraid to use it
the way you were taught."
His
sightless blue eyes bore into hers as though he could see into her soul if he tried
hard enough.
"You
don't believe it yet, but sex is all about power and control. It's always been
an underrated tool, and one that's fully at your disposal as an ACRO
agent."
"Underrated,
my ass," she whispered as she glanced over at Remy's sleeping form, at the
way the fly of his pants had peeled back to reveal his sex that lay heavy and
thick against his belly. Her body flushed with warmth, something the ice water
she'd been gulping by the gallon to counter the sticky heat couldn't ease.
The
reddened bite mark on her shoulder ached, but it was a good pain, the same good
pain that made her sex tender from Remy's powerful thrusts. Oh, yes, she'd have
fun uncovering the truth. And if the truth revealed no link between Remy and
Mother Nature, he'd go on his way none the wiser, but she'd have indulged in
the best sex of her life.
Her
blood pooled and simmered in all her erogenous zones, as though her hormones
were rebelling at the idea that she'd never experience his hands on her body
again. Then he moaned in his sleep, and she forgot everything but the way he
looked in slumber, strangely alert, but almost innocent, much like he must have
looked as a boy.
She
tried to picture a young Remy sleeping on the couch, probably for as long as
he'd lived here, since the house had only one bedroom.
Why
had Remy Senior even taken on the responsibility of a kid? He couldn't have
known what Remy might be capable of, even as a baby—or had he?
Had
any woman ever been around to help raise Remy? To bake him cookies and praise
his macaroni art and pick up after him? She glanced at his muddy shirt, which
she'd found outside the door when she'd been tossing out debris, and made a
mental note to wash it once the power came back on and the washer wouldn't suck
up the juice from the generator.
And
then she wondered when she'd turned into such a domestic goddess, because any
desire she might have had to take care of a man had been squashed years ago by
her mom's unnatural devotion to her father. A devotion returned just as
fervently, and one she'd resented and had never fully understood.
Her
laptop dinged, and she shoved aside the thoughts she had no business thinking
to scan an e-mail from ACRO. Both Dev and the Science Division director wanted
a status report. After sliding a glance at Remy to make sure he was still
sleeping, she brought them both up to speed, said she'd contact Dev if she
determined that they needed to send in the Convincers.
She'd
never had to deal with ACRO's last resort crew, the team called in to deliver
"difficult" potential recruits to the New York compound. Haley's
recruitment had come via a first contact person doing much the same job Haley
was doing now with Remy. She just hoped the Convincers wouldn't be required.
Out of necessity, their methods weren't nearly as gentle as Haley's.
As
the e-mail winged through cyberspace, she considered her next move. The ACRO
reports she'd been given detailed complaints by Remy's superiors and military
team members that his mere presence seemed to cause electrical equipment to
fail. Remy's father had claimed the same thing. Her own equipment had
temporarily malfunctioned, but then, power surges provided the most likely
explanation.
Tapping
her chin, she watched Remy for a moment. If Remy affected equipment, how? And
when? Was his effect on equipment related to whatever relationship he had with
the weather? Remy wouldn't answer her questions, but she knew someone who
might.
She
just hoped Annika was in a good mood, because if Haley thought Remy was touchy,
Annika make him look like a kitten.
Chapter Five
ACRO
Special Operative Annika Svenson was in a great mood. She might be alone in a
haunted house whose electrical energy topped the limits of her modified
multimeter's ranges, but
weapons, Haley. Brains, beauty. The whole package. Don't be afraid to use it
the way you were taught."
His
sightless blue eyes bore into hers as though he could see into her soul if he tried
hard enough.
"You
don't believe it yet, but sex is all about power and control. It's always been
an underrated tool, and one that's fully at your disposal as an ACRO
agent."
"Underrated,
my ass," she whispered as she glanced over at Remy's sleeping form, at the
way the fly of his pants had peeled back to reveal his sex that lay heavy and
thick against his belly. Her body flushed with warmth, something the ice water
she'd been gulping by the gallon to counter the sticky heat couldn't ease.
The
reddened bite mark on her shoulder ached, but it was a good pain, the same good
pain that made her sex tender from Remy's powerful thrusts. Oh, yes, she'd have
fun uncovering the truth. And if the truth revealed no link between Remy and
Mother Nature, he'd go on his way none the wiser, but she'd have indulged in
the best sex of her life.
Her
blood pooled and simmered in all her erogenous zones, as though her hormones
were rebelling at the idea that she'd never experience his hands on her body
again. Then he moaned in his sleep, and she forgot everything but the way he
looked in slumber, strangely alert, but almost innocent, much like he must have
looked as a boy.
She
tried to picture a young Remy sleeping on the couch, probably for as long as
he'd lived here, since the house had only one bedroom.
Why
had Remy Senior even taken on the responsibility of a kid? He couldn't have
known what Remy might be capable of, even as a baby—or had he?
Had
any woman ever been around to help raise Remy? To bake him cookies and praise
his macaroni art and pick up after him? She glanced at his muddy shirt, which
she'd found outside the door when she'd been tossing out debris, and made a
mental note to wash it once the power came back on and the washer wouldn't suck
up the juice from the generator.
And
then she wondered when she'd turned into such a domestic goddess, because any
desire she might have had to take care of a man had been squashed years ago by
her mom's unnatural devotion to her father. A devotion returned just as
fervently, and one she'd resented and had never fully understood.
Her
laptop dinged, and she shoved aside the thoughts she had no business thinking
to scan an e-mail from ACRO. Both Dev and the Science Division director wanted
a status report. After sliding a glance at Remy to make sure he was still
sleeping, she brought them both up to speed, said she'd contact Dev if she
determined that they needed to send in the Convincers.
She'd
never had to deal with ACRO's last resort crew, the team called in to deliver
"difficult" potential recruits to the New York compound. Haley's
recruitment had come via a first contact person doing much the same job Haley
was doing now with Remy. She just hoped the Convincers wouldn't be required.
Out of necessity, their methods weren't nearly as gentle as Haley's.
As
the e-mail winged through cyberspace, she considered her next move. The ACRO
reports she'd been given detailed complaints by Remy's superiors and military
team members that his mere presence seemed to cause electrical equipment to
fail. Remy's father had claimed the same thing. Her own equipment had
temporarily malfunctioned, but then, power surges provided the most likely
explanation.
Tapping
her chin, she watched Remy for a moment. If Remy affected equipment, how? And
when? Was his effect on equipment related to whatever relationship he had with
the weather? Remy wouldn't answer her questions, but she knew someone who
might.
She
just hoped Annika was in a good mood, because if Haley thought Remy was touchy,
Annika make him look like a kitten.
Chapter Five
ACRO
Special Operative Annika Svenson was in a great mood. She might be alone in a
haunted house whose electrical energy topped the limits of her modified
multimeter's ranges, but
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