Page 38 of Power Surge

“Mess.”

“What do we do about him?” I incline my head toward Agent Smith. “Can we act normal?”

“You mean can we make out in front of him?” He lifts a shoulder in a half shrug. “Only one way to find out.” A quick twist and I'm pinned between him and the desk, Trey's mouth sealed to my own. His lips thin, spreading into a smile as he flicks his humor-filled gaze from me to the back of the room. My wide eyes follow.

Agent Smith blinks, the only sign he's not dead or a robot, before shifting his attention to the empty center of the room once again.

“See, he doesn’t mind,” Trey says, pressing one last peck to the corner of my lips.

I frown, my brows furrowing and forming a deep line between them. “You're okay with that?” I question Agent Smith while wagging a finger between my chest and Trey's.

“Sure,” he responds.

“Really?” I rest both hands on my hips and angle my chest toward him. “You're okay with me being romantically involved with an agent?”

“Are you?” he questions.

“Well, yeah.”

He lifts a single brow.

“You're not going to lecture me on how this is a terrible idea or how I'm putting myself in danger or whatever?”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because you're tasked with protecting me.”

He tilts his head as if he's considering me. “I'm tasked with protecting you from external threats, not from yourself.”

“Harsh,” I huff. “But okay, noted. Just so you know, whatever you see or hear is not to be disclosed to anyone outside of the people in this room. The director seems to want you around me at all times like these two, so that means you'll be privy to my personal life and… quirks.”

“She mean's varying levels of crazy, an obsession for unicorns, and sometimes responding out loud to conversations that she creates in her head.” Humor laces Trey’s voice.

“Thanks?” Smiling, I shake my head and fold both arms across my chest. The silk material of my shirt slides beneath my forearms. “I'd like to disagree, but… Trey’s assessment is pretty accurate.” Pitching forward, I smack my palms to my thighs and stand. “Now that the gang is back together, let's go save the world.”

Trey clears his throat with a pointed look.

I roll my eyes. “Sorry. Once you guys approve my every breath and step while on this world peace adventure, of course. Then we save the world.”

T’s and Trey’s chuckles fill the room.

I stare at Agent Smith, hoping it will give me insight into his nonexistent personality. He really needs a nickname. “Are you as controlling as these two?” I ask while hooking a thumb in the direction of the two other men in the room.

A hint of a smile lifts the corner of his lips. “Worse.”

Awesome.

Chapter Eleven

Trey

Every muscle twitches on a hair trigger, ready for action. Energy-fueled blood thrums through my veins, heightening every instinct honed by the agency’s training and hours of self-practice. It’s not just me either. Our entire team is like a live wire twitching along the floor, our instincts heightened, knowing what’s at stake tonight and where we are.

Not only is Randi's life in peril in this foreign country but the safety and peace of our country as well. If something were to happen to her while we’re here, all hell would break loose, probably resulting in nuclear war.

This is why we're ultravigilant tonight. Why I haven't taken my eyes off her since she stepped from her suite all dolled up for tonight’s banquet with her as the honored guest. It was on the agenda, so we knew to plan for this, but knowing and actually being here are two very different feelings.

Possessiveness rears its ugly head the farther down the hall we walk. I can’t let my emotions and feelings for her warp my attention. With an internal punch to the balls, I shove those personal feelings aside and focus on treating her like any other politician. It's a fucking losing battle though when her ass looks like that. After scanning the area, my gaze lands on her delectable ass. That fucking gown leaves nothing to the imagination.

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