over the bench, sweep her up and carry her off to
his bedroom. That husky full throated sound made his
insides clench and his poor cock which hadn’t been at less than half mast since
meeting this woman was back to full attention demanding satisfaction.
“It’s not a problem is it, the short
term thing?”
“Not at all, it might even allow us
time to track down Serena and coax her back.”
“She’s missing?” Hadleigh probed.
Vaughn shrugged. “She left a note
saying she was burnt out, needed some down time. Definitely
her handwriting. But it was pretty abrupt and we haven’t heard from her
since. Marcus has his researchers looking in to it. So tell me about yourself …
married?”
“No.”
“Boyfriend? Partner?
Significant other?”
“No, no and no.” Hadleigh managed
between another forkful of the delicious salad. “Are
you allowed to ask employees those sorts of questions anymore?”
“I’m just trying to get to know you
better. What makes you tick so when we’re in the field I’ll feel confident
about who has my back. Do you live locally?” Vaughn
shot off another question.
“No.”
“So you need somewhere to stay?”
“I suppose...”
Vaughn cut her off. “You’ll stay
here, it makes sense logistically.”
Hadleigh glanced around the spacious
apartment unsure. “When you say stay here?”
Vaughn flashed a warm smile. “I
don’t mind sharing but I was actually thinking of the guest apartments we have
available on the 83 rd .”
“I could commute.” Thinking it might
be easier to transport in and out at the end of each day rather than expose herself to twenty-four hour a day Vaughn temptation.
He shook his head determinedly. “No won’t
work. During the season we’re on call. Often our destination is interstate so
we have to be ready to travel as a team a-sap.”
“Okay.” Why did she feel out
manoeuvred, first by Great Aunt Alma and now by Vaughn? “Why don’t you tell me
a little about the show and what exactly my role involves?”
Vaughn sent her another grin.
“You’ve never seen the show have you?”
“No” acknowledged Hadleigh. “But
based upon what I’ve seen so far I could take an educated guess.” She lay down
her fork, crossing her arms, leaning intently onto the kitchen bench.
Vaughn gave himself credit for not
drooling when the V-neck of her top gaped ever so slightly when she leaned
forward. “Enlighten me.” Grateful that he could still
form words.
“Let’s see, what would Maat’s seven
seekers of justice, balance and truth be doing working on a reality TV show?
Unless they were using it as cover to track down magic
nasties that threatened chaos. How am I doing so far?”
Not only
beautiful but intuitive as well. “How did you know?”
“The name of your company and the
mural in the front office were my first clues. Seven men gathered together in
one place, who just happen to be super-sized warriors;
tall, buff and sun kissed. I’d have to be a complete ninny not to put it all
together. But why a paranormal reality TV show as cover?”
Vaughn laughed softly. “Keeping our
identities off the grid became a lot harder with the introduction of computers.
So we became the Maat Corporation and went hi-tech. Plus embracing the internet age made our jobs that much easier. The
average person in the street will tell you anything if they think it will
appear on TV or the internet . It’s kind of
embarrassing how eager people are to contact us regarding paranormal sightings,
rumours and spill their most intimate secrets. We found a front man and the
guys and I keep our identities on the show pseudo secret with code names,
camouflage paint and caps.”
“And what type of nasties do you
track down?” Hadleigh enquired, intrigued despite herself .
“Any week we’re tracking four to
five active cases. Off book we deal with the usual: grommets gone techno-mad,
harpies, imps and the stray pixie. We reserve the wraiths,
his bedroom. That husky full throated sound made his
insides clench and his poor cock which hadn’t been at less than half mast since
meeting this woman was back to full attention demanding satisfaction.
“It’s not a problem is it, the short
term thing?”
“Not at all, it might even allow us
time to track down Serena and coax her back.”
“She’s missing?” Hadleigh probed.
Vaughn shrugged. “She left a note
saying she was burnt out, needed some down time. Definitely
her handwriting. But it was pretty abrupt and we haven’t heard from her
since. Marcus has his researchers looking in to it. So tell me about yourself …
married?”
“No.”
“Boyfriend? Partner?
Significant other?”
“No, no and no.” Hadleigh managed
between another forkful of the delicious salad. “Are
you allowed to ask employees those sorts of questions anymore?”
“I’m just trying to get to know you
better. What makes you tick so when we’re in the field I’ll feel confident
about who has my back. Do you live locally?” Vaughn
shot off another question.
“No.”
“So you need somewhere to stay?”
“I suppose...”
Vaughn cut her off. “You’ll stay
here, it makes sense logistically.”
Hadleigh glanced around the spacious
apartment unsure. “When you say stay here?”
Vaughn flashed a warm smile. “I
don’t mind sharing but I was actually thinking of the guest apartments we have
available on the 83 rd .”
“I could commute.” Thinking it might
be easier to transport in and out at the end of each day rather than expose herself to twenty-four hour a day Vaughn temptation.
He shook his head determinedly. “No won’t
work. During the season we’re on call. Often our destination is interstate so
we have to be ready to travel as a team a-sap.”
“Okay.” Why did she feel out
manoeuvred, first by Great Aunt Alma and now by Vaughn? “Why don’t you tell me
a little about the show and what exactly my role involves?”
Vaughn sent her another grin.
“You’ve never seen the show have you?”
“No” acknowledged Hadleigh. “But
based upon what I’ve seen so far I could take an educated guess.” She lay down
her fork, crossing her arms, leaning intently onto the kitchen bench.
Vaughn gave himself credit for not
drooling when the V-neck of her top gaped ever so slightly when she leaned
forward. “Enlighten me.” Grateful that he could still
form words.
“Let’s see, what would Maat’s seven
seekers of justice, balance and truth be doing working on a reality TV show?
Unless they were using it as cover to track down magic
nasties that threatened chaos. How am I doing so far?”
Not only
beautiful but intuitive as well. “How did you know?”
“The name of your company and the
mural in the front office were my first clues. Seven men gathered together in
one place, who just happen to be super-sized warriors;
tall, buff and sun kissed. I’d have to be a complete ninny not to put it all
together. But why a paranormal reality TV show as cover?”
Vaughn laughed softly. “Keeping our
identities off the grid became a lot harder with the introduction of computers.
So we became the Maat Corporation and went hi-tech. Plus embracing the internet age made our jobs that much easier. The
average person in the street will tell you anything if they think it will
appear on TV or the internet . It’s kind of
embarrassing how eager people are to contact us regarding paranormal sightings,
rumours and spill their most intimate secrets. We found a front man and the
guys and I keep our identities on the show pseudo secret with code names,
camouflage paint and caps.”
“And what type of nasties do you
track down?” Hadleigh enquired, intrigued despite herself .
“Any week we’re tracking four to
five active cases. Off book we deal with the usual: grommets gone techno-mad,
harpies, imps and the stray pixie. We reserve the wraiths,
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