Page 2 of Fall of the Trident
Caught up in the excitement, he turned to his administrative assistant and wrapped his arms around her and picked her up off the ground.
“He did it.”Marta threw her arms around his neck.“Dylan did it.”
“Damn straight he did.”Trevor leaned back to look at the beautiful woman in his arms.He hadn’t held a woman in over five years.It felt so fucking good.Leaning forward, he placed an excited kiss on her lips.
Heat rushed through him, awakening body parts that had been dormant for years.His cock twitched as it started to fill.
What the fuck?He hadn’t had an erection since his wife had passed away.Not that it was anywhere close to its full size, it had still shocked him.
Setting Marta back on her feet, he made sure she was steady before he released his arms from around her.
Suddenly realizing what he’d done, Trevor quickly glanced around to see if anyone had seen him kiss her.
Whew.Everyone else was caught up in their own excitement.
The stunned look on her face made him take a step backward.He couldn’t read her eyes because his gaze was darting everywhere reassuring himself that no one had seen his moment of indiscretion.
He was the fucking commander of all Navy SEALs, West Coast to East Coast and those stationed around the world.It was his job to set an example and kissing his administrative assistant was completely unsatisfactory.Hell, she could stride back to her desk and write up a complaint against him, and rightfully so.He could be court-martialed for several things starting with conduct unbecoming an officer and ending in sexual assault.
One glance back at Marta told him everything he needed to know.She was in shock.She hadn’t moved since he’d let her feet touch the ground.Her fingertips were at her lips as though holding in a scream.
He stepped close enough to her so only she could hear.“Marta, Ms.Merkel, I don’t know what overcame me.I sincerely apologize.I am so very sorry.”
She blinked and it was as though she had regained all her senses.“Don’t worry, Admiral, I’m equally at fault.I was caught up in the moment.”She then smiled at him, but it wasn’t her normal admin to boss show of white teeth.“And I’m not a damn bit sorry.”She winked at him before turning on her heel and striding out of the room with a little bit more swing in her step than he’d ever noticed before.
Trevor slumped down into the chair at the head of the table he occupied for nearly a day and a half.He watched the large blue dot representing Dylan’s enhanced team move quickly north to Turkmenistan.He watched until the helicopters had crossed the border to safety before widening the map until he could see all of Afghanistan.No blue dots.
All U.S.Navy SEALs were safely out of Afghanistan, their multiple missions complete.
Slowly letting out a deep breath, he realized just how exhausted he was.“Gentlemen.”Trevor stood.“It’s been an eventful few days.We all need some sleep.I suggest everyone go home.When our men return, we’ll give them a hero’s welcome home.I’m going to take my own advice and go home to sleep.I’ll see you all tomorrow morning.”
On the way past Captain Hubbard, Trevor stopped and shook his hand.“I’m so fucking proud of Dylan.”
“I am too.”He smiled.“I think I’ll go home and tell Ian that his daddy made everyone proud today, tomorrow, whatever the fuck it is.Genevieve will be happy that she’s no longer on twenty-four-hour baby duty.We’ve come to the conclusion that there’s a reason God gives children to young people.When that baby lays down to take a nap, I need one too.”
Trevor chuckled.“Yeah, I remember those days…and nights…and days.”He suddenly missed his children.They usually talked on Sundays, but he’d been called into the office by USSOCOM late Saturday night.He hadn’t made it home to do more than catch a few hours’ sleep, shower, and put on a clean uniform before returning to his office.Helping General Lyon decide on a single strike, then dividing the list between all the services, had taken days.No one in history had ever tried such a bold move.
And it fucking worked.
While the world press was busy concentrating on the evacuations at the capital, Kabul, and focusing on the politics, hundreds of special operators were fulfilling promises made by those wearing boots on the ground.
As Trevor walked out of the conference room his gaze swept the office.The building was old, built in the nineteen forties.But it had good bones.It had served his SEAL predecessors well for over fifty years.
Heading toward his office, he could see Marta sitting behind two large computer screens, typing away.She ran the office like a well-trained squad.She should.She’d probably sat in every desk in the large room.Trevor knew she’d worked there for nearly thirty years, even before her husband had been killed in action.
The closer he got, the more guilty he felt.He needed to apologize to her again.
“Ms.Merkel, may I see you in my office?”Trevor asked as he passed her desk.He couldn’t look at her.He was afraid he’d see the horror in her crystalline blue eyes because he’d kissed her.It had been extremely inappropriate of him.
“Yes, sir.”She stood and grabbed a pen and the ever-present spiral tablet she used for taking notes.
Stepping into his office he was unsure where he should position himself for this conversation.Behind his desk seemed so formal since they usually sat and discussed most matters in the casual seating area off to the side.But the soft comfortable chairs separated by a lamp table and a coffee table in front of them was exactly that, casual and comfortable.
The conversation he needed to have with her was neither.
He heard the door close behind him as he stood between the two areas still undecided.
She moved toward what he thought of as her chair.
