"Too much, too much, too much" She sobbed. Standing up, he yanked her up off the desk, slamming her body into his forcing her hand to feel his hardne...s. He could not remember the last time he had spent an entire day so hard. "Mmmm…." He pulled his arms from around her waist, setting her on her feet. Only her legs would not hold her, and her knees buckled, dropping her to the ground, bring her eye-level with his erection. "Just where I like you." She looked up at him practically purring, "Your. I don’t have anything. Even this shift is the one I repaired from when you rescued me.” “Come on then. You’re coming home with me.” I had rented a house in one of the American compounds. It was small by American standards but it was home to me for the next year. I escorted her into the house. There was only one bedroom but there was a maid’s quarters. “You can stay in the maid’s room for a while,” I said with a smile. “Captain Davey, I thought you would want to sleep with me and do all the man. They were either killed by people within their own organizations, or possibly some lone nut.One of the most important things for the United States Government was what has been termed “plausible deniability.” And what could be more deniable than having records, and even a grave, showing Jonathan Wilson was dead?If I were captured, my life wouldn’t be worth a plugged nickel. All I could expect was hours of some of the most sadistic torture ever devised. So I had my own little pill I could quickly. I shook my head. First Lucy. Now Katy. At least Tatyana was still Russian!“Put her through to the ‘Orr’ room in one minute, please.”Penny glared at me as I grabbed my notebook and went to the conference room to take the call.“Hello, Yekatarina Sergeyevna,” I said, exaggerating the pronunciation.“Stepa, when I speak to people who are not Russian, Katy or Katherine are the only good options. Katya or Yekatarina get mangled!”“Trust me; I’ll make sure Lucas is versed in Russian names going.