Author's note: This is just a hot little fantasy I wrote after rewatching the Bourne Identity. I've always been a big fan of James Bond or any kind of spy movie, really. But I like the idea of a spy who has been conditioned to be a mindless, merciless killer turning out to be something else instead. For those of you looking for the next Kindred book, don't worry--it's on the way! I hope to have it out before the end of 2012 and in the meantime, you can enjoy a preview of chapter one at the end of this book. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy this kinky little tale of hot and scary secret agent sex.
Andi Tibideaux stared at the ominous scarlet lines spiking on her monitor. This wasn’t good. This definitely wasn’t good. He was in the red and Alpha never stayed in the red this long. He was a cool customer—the coolest the Agency had. So why was he in the red? And why did it have to be now, when none of her specially constructed “girls” was available?
She cursed the bad timing that had forced her to set up dates for both Beta and Delta at the same time. It was bad luck too, that she was short on girls. Just the week before Beta had rendered the best one she had inoperative and it wouldn’t be back from the Agency’s repair shop for another week at least. Damn it, why now?
Fumbling in her nervousness, Andi swept a strand of dark brown hair behind one ear and turned to the lead reinforced panel built into the right hand corner of her unremarkable looking desk. It took her three tries to key in the correct sequence on the hidden keypad on the underside of the desk but at last she managed. There was a small, discrete beep and the panel slid open.