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He pulled in to the restaurant, went inside, and added two more meals to the take-out order.
While waiting, his phone buzzed with a text from Addison. Relief powered through him. This was the longest they’d ever gone without any kind of communication.
“We have racquetball tonight,” Addison texted. “You in?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
She sent an angry-faced emoji. “Yes or no.”
He chuffed out a laugh. “Yeah, baby,” he texted.
“Target practice after?”
“Y,” he texted back.
Being chill and laying low had worked. She was still pissed, but he could work with that. Truth was, he’d missed her like crazy and he was determined to get them back on track.
Back on trackhisway. He and Addison were about to get crazy, Nicholas Hawk style.
8
BLACK OPS
Addison had been fuming for the past two days. Sex with Hawk to prove a point had backfired something wicked. Seeing him like that, taking care of him in that way, had unleashed her inner beast.
Shaking off that deliciously naughty thought, she entered the busy Tysons restaurant. Addison couldn’t wait to see her friend Ronald Jenning. To her surprise, he wasn’t waiting at the table. He wasn’t just punctual, he was ten minutes early, without fail.
After being seated, the server swung by to fill her water. “Are you dining alone?”
“No, I’m meeting someone.” Addison checked her watch. “He’ll be here shortly.”
After ordering a sparkling water with lemon, she sent Ronald a text. “I’m in Ziti’s at a table.”
No dots appeared. That didn’t surprise her. Ronald was a stickler fornottexting while driving.
After reading the menu, she decided what she wanted. The server returned with her water and asked if she wanted an appetizer. Not wanting to start without her friend, she declined.
While waiting, she re-read Hawk’s texts. She’d worked her ass off to get into ALPHA and she didn’t want to screw that up with an office fling.
The biggest problem about hooking up with him? He’d been right. Not all hookups were the same. Cosplay hookups and a Hawk hookup were twocompletelydifferent things.
Since then, she hadn’t stopped thinking about him. Rather than thinking about going to target practice together, going for a run, or strategizing about an upcoming mission, all her thoughts had turned sexual.
She wanted to kiss him, she wantedhimto go down onher. And she wanted to take him inside her. She couldnotstop fantasizing about them naked in her bed. His large, rock-hard body on hers while they moved as one beneath the sheets.
The server returned, chasing away her very sexy fantasy.
“Ready for that appetizer?” he asked.
She checked the time. Ronald was twenty-minutes late. She had a meeting she had to get to, so she placed a to-go order and tapped out another text.
“Ronald, did you get held up in meetings? I’m still at the restaurant. I hope you’re on your way!” She included thumbs up and smiley emojis before sending it.
Ten minutes later, the server returned with her to-go bag. Still no Ronald, so she paid the check and left, bummed that she hadn’t been able to connect with him while he was in town.
By the time she arrived at the black site, she was famished. She drove around back, tapped the remote in her ALPHA-owned SUV, and drove into the large hangar-like garage that housed a fleet of identical vehicles.
Feeling like a pack mule with her handbag, computer bag, and take-out bag, she made her way toward the scanner. It flashed green, permitting her entry. The door slid open, she sailed inside and hurried down the hall toward the conference room.
