Shattered Pieces (Undercover Elite Book 1)(12)

“I pride myself on the fact that I’m a gentleman with manners but you, young lady, have crossed a line. Let’s just say that for you, there is no turning back. You would do well to agree or you’re going to be leading a very cooped up life in a mansion with a man who is gone quite a bit.” He leans in and growls in my direction, “I have no intention of letting you go.”





Cash

After six months of watching her, I know her well enough to know that the little adrenalin junkie sitting in front of me is going to take me up on my offer. She’s a tomboy at heart and absolutely perfect for what I have in mind.

“It won’t be easy, having your lover as your boss.” I resist the sardonic grin trying to manifest itself on my face when I view the reddening of her cheeks. I continue speaking now that I have her attention. I’m going to seal this deal while I have her seriously contemplating my offer. This is the first woman I have ever come across who fits the bill and I’m not about to let her go.

“You’re already in shape. You work out like you’re part of the team. You’ll need sharpshooter training, interrogation training, debriefing classes, and you need to freshen up on your Spanish speaking skills. Your training will be mental, as well as physical, and you will be required to study and take classes. In many aspects, it will much like taking college courses.

“Johnnie,” I look intently into her eyes, assuring she understands the magnitude of what I’m telling her. “There are going to be times you hate me and I’ll still be in your face.”

“You’re kidding.” I chuckle as she rolls her eyes and answers me sarcastically. She can give as good as she gets. It’s one of the reasons she’s perfect for what I have in mind.

My expression changes to one of seriousness as I begin speaking again. “You’ll need a good night’s sleep to begin your training tomorrow so it’s time for you to head back to your bedroom. That is, of course, unless you want me to lay that fine ass of yours up on this table and lick your sweet, little pussy until you come all over my face.”

“You seriously did not just say that to me.”

“I damn sure did,” I counter, boring into her eyes as I dare her to deny me. I lean in and hiss in her direction, “You. Belong. To. Me. I will bend your ass over a table, car, desk, or anything else I can find. I’ll fuck you until you’re screaming my name, begging me to come. When it comes to you, I’m insatiable.”

“I haven’t said yes.”

I ignore her comment because it really doesn’t matter if she agrees to what I’m offering her.

“Now, take your ass to bed and be ready to meet your worst nightmare in the morning.”

I watch as she jumps from her chair and rushes down the hallway. It’s a good sign because it means that she knows, in her heart of hearts, that I mean business. She needs to take me seriously for her to make it through the training I have in store for her.

I have to push away thoughts of taking her on the table where we just dined or I won’t get anything done. Her training will begin tomorrow but mine has already begun. That means I need to head back to my office but before I do, I ring the bell and bid my waiter, William, back in.

“Sir, I meant no disrespect,” he begins speaking immediately, letting me know that he realizes exactly why I have called him back in the room.

“I take the ownership of the woman residing here very seriously. You would do well not to get too friendly with my woman. Are we clear?”

“Absolutely, sir.”

I toss the linen napkin from my lap back onto the table and push myself up from the chair. I know I’m overreacting and, yet, when it comes to this woman who is now not only my lover, but also my partner, I’m possessive beyond reason.

I make my way down the hallway with intentions of taking a shower and getting back to reading her journals. The documentation of her life and the emotions conveyed intrigue me and I find myself anxious to see how her story unfolds.





Johnnie

I rush to get undressed so I can sit down and put my thoughts into words. I eye myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth after putting on some comfortable sweats and a t-shirt. I study my face and I can’t help but wonder what draws him to me. I don’t have the face of a killer, an equalizer, or even a badass. I don’t know what he sees in me. I just know, at this moment, I’m glad he sees it.

I want to do this. After a lifetime of being tossed around from home to home, basically because nobody wanted me, I have the opportunity to make my life count for something.

Though Cash took me against my will, he did it because he sees something in me. Well, there’s that and the fact that for some unknown reason, the man is obsessed with me. I don’t believe in love. I do, however, believe in obsession. He is probably the closest thing I will ever have to a real relationship. We won’t have a normal relationship where he woos me with flowers and chocolates, but it works for a girl like me. We’ll bond by working together to help those who can’t help themselves. Who needs roses and champagne when you can have knives and Glocks?