ANOMALY.MIL (The Conspiracy Series Book One): A Romantic Suspence Novel Read Free Page A

love her.
    And when he found out who had taken her…they were dead men.

 
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Lake Side Condos
    Kirkland, WA
    January 13, 1:22 p.m.
     
     
    Seneca sat at her computer, staring at a beautiful picture of black cod sitting atop a tower of handmade udon noodles sprinkled with black sesame seeds and spring onions. It looked delicious, and she gave herself a figurative pat on the back. Now all she had left to do was pick a font for the title page of the article Cat had written, and then she would be finished with this issue.
    But right now, she was hungry.
    Seneca had gained ten pounds since working for The Finer Things, but what was a girl to do? She was offered every meal that she photographed for the magazine, the chefs hoping to ply her with gourmet food in exchange for a favorable review, which she did not even write.
    And the wine. Oh my God . The vintages were so amazing and given to her simply because she was photographing a full wineglass next to an even fuller plate of food.
    Sighing at the thought of gourmet lunch, Seneca walked into the kitchen and made herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Cat needed these pages tonight, and Seneca promised she would have them finished when she arrived for dinner…with Cat's brother.
    "Ugh," she groaned. Why did people always feel the need to set her up? Probably because she looked like a twelve-year-old waif in need of rescuing.
    It was so annoying.
    Seneca put the colorful ceramic plate she had gotten at a thrift store on the kitchen counter that overlooked Lake Washington. She smiled at her view then bit into her unsophisticated food, thinking she should have made a half sandwich. The only good part about gaining weight was that her boobs were bigger—not much, but bigger. She even had to wear a bra.
    Well, sometimes.
    However, she knew if she lost weight, the first thing to go would be her nice new boobs. Of course, Seneca had heard of mythical creatures who liked women with small breasts. Unfortunately, she had never met any…but she had heard of them. Maybe Cat's brother was one of those guys?
    "Yeah, right," she laughed.
    And why did Cat refuse to show her pictures of her brother? It was suspicious. Her friend had said, she wanted Seneca to “get to know him first”.
    So, obviously, the guy was hideous.
    But that did not make any sense, because Cat was pretty. Really pretty, actually. Maybe he was a half-brother? Or they could be one of those freaky families, where one kid sucked up all the beauty and brains, leaving nothing for the other kid.
    Whatever. She would just have to suffer through another dinner setup with one of her well-meaning friends. A working dinner…with her boss’s' brother…who was probably grotesque, and a huge pervert.
    "Yay, something to look forward to," she muttered, setting her empty plate in the sink.
    Seneca yawned, and then decided that she should shower sometime today. But her yoga pants and sweatshirt were so freaking comfortable.
    To be fair, she had totally intended to go to yoga today. She had even put her hair into a loose bun, so that it would not fall in her face when she did downward dog. But then, she had hit the snooze button one too many times, and well…here she was working at home in her workout clothes.
    Vowing to move her alarm clock to the other side of the bedroom, Seneca grabbed her half-empty can of diet soda. She was headed back to her desk to do a bit more work when the doorbell rang.
    She immediately looked down at her green video game sweatshirt, regretting her decision to wear it. But then, she remembered the things she had ordered from Amazon and delivery guys rarely waited for her to open the door before they were gone. Just in case, she looked through the peephole of the contemporary wooden door. And as suspected, there was no one there.
    She threw the door open, and was halfway bent over to pick up a package when she saw weathered black boots on very large feet. Startled,