Page 38 of Lethal Game

She was missing something, she knew she was. His expression was too conflicted. He should have looked satisfied and focused, but now he looked sad and angry.

“You want me?” she asked, uncertain.

“Yeah. You’re gorgeous, inside and out.”

“Smart is sexy, and I like your muscles.” She gazed at him and licked her lips. She still hadn’t found out what his skin tasted like.

“Oh yeah, which ones?”

“Your pectoralis major, trapezius and deltoid muscles.” She stroked each pair of muscles as she spoke their names. “Are amazingly well defined. I could fondle you for hours.” She wanted to tell him to take his shirt off, but the grin on his face convinced her to wait for his response.

He opened his mouth to say something, but there was a knock at her door. He eased her away from him and he nodded at her to answer.

“Hello? Who’s there?”

“Doctor,” said a male voice, “I have a message for you from Colonel Maximillian.”

Sophia looked at Con and shook her head. If Max wanted to tell her something at this time of night, he’d tell her himself or have Eugene deliver a message. Whoever was at the door wasnotEugene.

Con signaled her to keep talking while he snuck across the room to stand next to the door.

“Just a moment, I need to put my uniform on.” She zipped up her pants and tucked her shirt back in.

“No problem, ma’am,” said the voice.

Con put his hand up, palm out for three or four seconds, then nodded at her to approach the door. He had her stop a few feet away, then opened the door swiftly, grabbing the man who waited on the other side.

Con threw him past Sophia and into a pile of books. Two strides and Con had his arm behind his back.

It was the moron who’d tried to kiss her.Moronwas an idiot if he thought he could get away with this bullshit.

Con gave him a grim smile. “What the fuck?”

Idiot stared at Con like he was the boogie man. “Sorry, man, I got the wrong room or something.”

“No,” Con told him, yanking him up by his collar. “You got the right room, you just didn’t expect her to have securityinthe room.”

“Are you brain damaged?” Sophia asked, examining the idiot like he was a cockroach. “I said no and you ignored me. Youhurtme.” She showed him her bruised hand, which was now a sickly greenish, yellow color.

The idiot started babbling. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I really am. I was just...just...”

Sophia paused and looked at Con.

He tightened his grip on Idiot’s arms and asked in a low, deadly voice, “Just out for a stroll and thought you’d indulge yourself and assault a woman?”

“No! No, no, no. I got lost and...and knocked on the wrong door.”

“You used my CO’s name,” Sophia reminded him. “You said you had a message for me from him. How does that equal the wrong door?”

Idiot stared at her, horror in his eyes, and said nothing.

What did he think they were going to do, kill him?

She glanced at Con, who did sort of look like he wanted to kill someone, and decided enough was enough. She was tired, physically and emotionally, and she didn’t want to spend another two hours with the MPs explaining how another person out to attack her got his arms broken. Or a leg. Or his neck.

Having a partner was more work than it looked.

She picked up her cell phone and called her boss.

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