Page 21 of Viral Justice

“Bathroom,” she whispered to him, and headed in that direction. When she glanced over her shoulder as she reached the bathroom door, he’d gone back to sleep.

She pulled on her clothes and left Max’s room. This time, he didn’t wake up.

* * *

Max’s alarm went offat the same time it always did, 0600.

He lifted his head and came face to face with a pair of thong panties, ruby red in color.

That was different.

The memory of his unexpected guest flooded his brain.

A shadow picking his lock and sneaking into his room. Grabbing the intruder and slamming them down on the bed. Ali, wearing a soft pair of pajamas and anI got yousmile. The feel of her lips on his as she kissed him. Her breasts in his mouth, his cock in her as deep as he could go. He still wasn’t satisfied.

He wanted her again, hot, wet, and demanding, but she wasn’t here.

He was naked in bed and alone. Not a good combination.

What if he’d hurt her?

What if she’d left so she didn’t have to deal with a morning-after moment?

He snorted at his own ridiculousness. This was Sergeant Stone, combatives program instructor for the Special Forces. She didn’t do awkward morning-after shit.

So, why had she left before they could have a conversation about what happened? Most women like to talk about their feelings, and sex was important. His ex-wife had used the after-sex high to ask for things he’d already refused.

Can I go to Mexico for the weekend?

It’s a girls’ only shopping trip.

How about for a couple of days in Vegas?

Stone had just disappeared, and he found he didn’t like it. He felt awkward and uncomfortable, and he didn’t know if last night would affect their working relationship or not. He needed to talk to her, get her feelings on it, before he could decide what to do next.

Max showered, dressed and grabbed a coffee and a quick breakfast at the food court before heading to his office.

Eugene was already there, glaring at his double screen computer.

“Trouble?” Max asked him.

“Yes, sir. There’s a cholera outbreak in Sierra Leone. It seems to be the worst in the areas hit hardest by Ebola.”

“Have they requested assistance?”

“No, but they lost so many of their infectious disease leadership that whoever is in charge might not know when or how to call for help in a situation like this.”

“I know a couple of doctors who might be able to give us a clearer picture of the situation. Next?”

Eugene glanced over Max’s shoulder, and since Max hadn’t heard anyone walk in, it had to be Stone.

“A hospital pharmacy in Kabul was broken into last night and most of the contents stolen. It looks like whoever did it took everything they could get their hands on.”

Son of a bitch.“That’s the second one this week. Someone is stocking up.”

Eugene nodded, but continued on with his report. “Four people reported to the medical clinic here on base with flu-like symptoms last night.” He clicked something on his screen. “Fever, nausea, and vomiting.”

“Keep an eye on that, Eugene. What departments did those people work in?”

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