The Body Hunters by Raven Newcastle

not around, Danny took it off for a little while .
                She removed the ring, placing it on her desk. She was trying to finish her work and didn't need any discomfort to slow her down. Danny finished and looking at her small desk clock it was now after six pm. She slipped the ring back on, locked up shop and went back to the house ready to put that silky black negligee on that the good doctor was expecting her to be wearing .
     
    Chapter Fiv e
                 Aiden Stone's muscular calves begged for mercy as he pushed back against the leg press, but he gave no quarter. The sled-style leg press was killing him, sweat pouring down his brow and face soaking his gray-colored tee shirt and matching shorts. Fire burned from his solid calves all the way to his muscled thighs, but it didn't bother him. It was a good burn. After a few more reps, he decided that he'd had enough punishment for this workout. After mopping his sweaty brow with the end of his tee shirt, he realized he had an admirer .
                A pretty blonde with a pixie cut had been watching him since he had entered the workout room. She had tried her best to look like she wasn't watching him, but being a former Marine turned FBI Special Agent, being watched was one of those things he couldn't miss. Matter of fact, he had seen her watching him for the past few weeks around FBI Headquarters .
                 "How you doing?" He asked while wearing a charming smile across his mouth, as she moved up and down the elliptical machine. His large hands were gripping the towel around his neck.
                 "Good. How about you?"She returned breathlessly, a coy smile working across her face .
                "Not bad at all." He returned, eyeing the way her breasts in the tight fitting leotard bounced in time with the machine's rhythm .
                 They took a few minutes talking about the cases they were currently working on, and Aiden managed to charm the essential stats out of her which of course staring into his eyes she gave up freely.  She had been an agent for two years investigating white collar crime at the New York FBI headquarters. She was in the midst of tearing down a massive Ponzi scheme operation. She was headed down south to see if she could gain any more traction in her investigation. The Bureau shipped you where you needed. Such was the life of a special agent .
                Aiden and the female agent made plans to go out to dinner if their schedules allowed, maybe even going back to her hotel room for a little bedroom aerobics he hoped. Neither of them was looking for anything serious and that was just the way he liked it. She would be leaving in a few weeks, and he wouldn't have to worry about the awkwardness of sleeping with a coworker, even if she did work in a completely different division. He wasn't about to let a woman get under his skin, and he wasn't looking for any kind of a steady girlfriend. He was having too much fun being on the loose .
                 Aiden was a player, of course, but that didn't mean he hated women. Being the only male child in a family of three sisters, his parents had taught him how to cherish and respect the female gender. He loved women and enjoyed spending time with them, but he wasn't the fall in love and makean ass out of yourself type. Over the years he had made several friends with benefits, and they still remained friends. At nearly thirty-five years old, he was beyond the love thing with the buying flowers, romance and the unicorns farting rainbows shit .
                 With his looks, Aiden was never for want of female company. His ruggedly handsome visage was attributed to his mother, who was a combination of African American and Irish genes and his father, a native Hawaiian surfer dude from the big island of Hawaii. He was six foot four with the solid musculature typical of island natives. He looked