Bourne to Love Emma (RED-Stone Operatives Book 1) Read Free Page A

door, I was watching the highlight reel on
the sports channel more than paying attention to what was in the boxes - until I
pulled out the vibrator.  I have no idea how long I just sat there staring at
the hot pink dick-shaped toy with no idea what to do with it or how it ended up
in my hand.  Once my brain finally kicked into gear, I figured out which box it
had been inside and realized what had happened.  The box was addressed to E.
Parsons in the apartment next door. 
    Who knew my new neighbor was hot?  I
knew someone moved in a few months ago but, since the office would have already
done a background check on her before she was cleared to move in, I’d never
really thought much of it.  Other than hearing an alarm clock on mornings when
I was still up working and randomly noticing the sounds of a television or
talking – muted but discernible – I really hadn’t even noticed anyone living
next door and assumed it was just one person.  Now I’m wishing I’d paid more
attention. 
    I assumed the neighbor would be
embarrassed by the situation and considered just leaving it at her door without
waiting for her to answer, but I felt compelled to explain why she shouldn’t be
concerned that a stranger had opened her mail and that it was an accident.  And
then… she answered the door.  She was small – not just compared to my own 6’4”
build – but short in general, maybe 5’4” or so.  Her dark blonde hair was
pulled up in a messy ponytail, her pale skin was damp with sweat and dotted
with freckles across her shoulders and the bridge of her nose.  Her eyes – once
she finally looked into my own – were bright blue and a little embarrassed to
be caught checking me out.  She was fit but on the curvy side, thank God she
gave me a good look in that work out attire, and I was amazed that I’d never
noticed her around before.  Because she was definitely someone I’d notice.  And
by notice, I mean NOTICE.  All parts of me would’ve stood at attention if I’d
run across her before. 
    Oddly enough, when I handed her the
box, she seemed unaffected.  I was the one who was embarrassed to be handing
over a plastic dick – especially once I saw the body it was going to be sliding
into.  Embarrassed because, from the moment she opened the door to me, I’d
wanted to offer to help her out so she wouldn’t need the damn thing.  Even when
I added my comment about meeting her being all my pleasure, she hadn’t batted
an eye.
    I have no idea if she lives alone or
is in a relationship or has a roommate.  Of course, I’d never let a little
something like a lack of information stop me from finding all the answers.  I’d
know everything there is to know about her soon enough.
    If she had any idea what I do for a
living, she would already know what I am going to do.  All of my extensive
abilities, if I do say so myself, are about to be used to find out everything
there is to know about Emma.  I have always been a big believer in the old
adage that “knowledge is power” - and I never walk onto the field without
knowing I’m going to win.
    “Alright, Emma, let’s find out what
makes you tick.”  I sat down at my desk and multiple screens on the wall and three
of the desk monitors began opening programs and I started filling in what I know
about her at this point.  As I was coding specifics into the system, my cell
phone started ringing – and the ringtone let me know immediately that my
evening plans were about to change.  Adrenaline rushed through me as I snatched
my phone from my desk.
    “Bourne.”
    Within moments, I was gathering supplies
for my new assignment.  A grim smile crossed my face as I hung up the phone.  I
had things to do.  It looked like my plans for Emma Parsons would have to wait
a while.  I left the system doing its thing, knowing the report it would pull
before I got back would tell me everything I need to know.
    Ten minutes later, I was pulling my
SUV out of the parking