Page 7 of Fall of the Trident
“Pardon?”What the hell had he just said?
“I expect you to go with me.”He held her gaze.
She couldn’t say no.He was her boss and traveling with him was in her job description.
Marta drew in a slow deep breath.“Okay.What time would you like to leave?”
His gaze scanned down her body and she suddenly felt very exposed.Her wetsuit left nothing to the imagination including the cellulite in her thighs.Thank God hers had a built-in bra that kept her boobs from sagging halfway to her belly button, but nothing could be done about her drooping butt.It didn’t matter how many hours she spent doing yoga, gravity was not kind to women of certain age, and she passed that number about a decade ago.
What the hell.He’s not interested in me or my body.All he wants is my brain and skills as an outstanding administrative assistant.
When his sapphire eyes met hers, he asked, “How much time do you need?”
Wow.She hadn’t expected a question to her question.
“I can meet you at the airport in two hours, but I first have to make some phone calls to see if the plane is available.”She reorganized her own personal list of travel preparation.
“I notified the office about this trip before I left.According to the texts that I’ve received, the plane is ready when we are.Since most of the fleet is still deployed between Korea and the Middle East, there’s only two others who need to head east today.”He smiled.“You run an excellent team.”
“Thank you.”She bent and started gathering her beach necessities then realized she’d stuck her butt out facing him.Quickly, she kneeled and finished.Back on her feet she headed to the parking lot.
“I’m sure my team copied me on all of your text messages.”Or at least they’d better have.She’d call into the office on the short drive home.“Is there something in particular you need me to bring?”
“I asked the staff to send a complete list of everyone on this mission from both Little Creek and Coronado.If you think of anything else, we’ll pick it up at the Group 2 office when we get to Little Creek.”
“Thank you.”They’d arrived at her car, and she unlocked the trunk, dropping the bag in before closing it.He waited by her car door.“Thank you, Admiral Maddox.”She opened the door and used it as a shield between them.“I’ll see you in two hours at the airstrip.”
She closed the door and drove away before he could say anything more.
Four hours in a confined space with Trevor Maddox to get there and four more to get back.Being that close to him, knowing her feelings were not reciprocated, definitely placed her in a personal hell.She’d endured the last NSWCO, Admiral Asshat as she privately called him.Being an excellent assistant to Trevor Maddox had been easy so far.She could do her job in her sleep.
Who the hell was she kidding?She’d had a little crush on Trevor since the day he moved into the office behind her desk.She had to interrupt him to sign several important documents as he was setting family pictures on his new desk.He told her about each of his children and their recent successes as he carefully placed their pictures.He was so proud of them.The next photograph in the box was of his wife.He stared at it for a long time before he placed it back in the box.
He looked up at her and asked in a small voice, “when does it stop hurting?”
Marta knew in that moment that they shared something very precious and rare, the loss of a very loved spouse.She admitted, “I’ll let you know when it finally happens.I miss John every day, some days more than others.”She walked over to the box and pulled out the picture of his beloved wife who he lost to cancer five years ago.She handed it to him.“I kept his picture on my desk for over ten years.You’ll know when you’re ready to put it away.”
His single nod was her cue to leave him alone with his family.
Chapter3
“Your drink,sir.Can I get you anything else, Big Daddy?”The Indonesian girl batted her big brown eyes at him as she set the Bacharach crystal with two fingers of very expensive scotch on a new coaster.
“No thank you, child.”He glanced across the table at his old friend who used to be called Captain Johannes Desmond.With his new face and ID, he’d chosen to now be known as Michael Kearney, or Rooster.“Do you want another?”
He nodded.“Sure, but I want her lips around my cock, first.I’ve been looking at those tiny tits covered by scraps of lace and those bare ass cheeks since takeoff.I want her to suck me off.”
The girl looked to Big Daddy for permission.His single nod was all she needed.
Rooster unbuckled and unzipped his pants, pulling them off his hips.He stroked his cock a few times as the girl stared wide-eyed.As she’d been taught, she licked her lips and fell to her knees, crawling under the small table.
“Fuck.I love my new life,” Rooster said through clenched teeth a minute later.
Big Daddy sipped his thirty-five-year-old scotch and grinned.His old friend was just one of many on the plane in his complete control.Little did the senator three seats up being pleasured by an underage redhead know that his every facial expression was being captured digitally.Big Daddy had never hesitated to use blackmail to get something he wanted.He already knew what he would ask of the Japanese billionaires.One was fondling a far too young blonde in his lap while he intently watched his brother take her twin sister from behind.
Hell, they’d been on camera all weekend at the private mansion he’d rented on a secluded island about ten miles from the one he’d just finished purchasing.Big Daddy loved St.Vincent and the Grenadines.Money could buy anything.
His pilot had been able to land his jet at the new international airport.One hundred dollars per man allowed his visitors to skip customs and immigration and walk straight to his helicopter.That service, and everything else during their visit, was included in the exorbitant price he charged.For those who could afford it, the vacation was paid in advance to the Vida Alegre (Joyful Life) Travel Agency in the Grenadines.For others, like the senator, the dollar amount was considerably less than what he charged the billionaires.The politician’s true price would come in the form of favors yet to be granted.
