almond-shaped eyes and her flawless cinnamon skin. Imagining his fists knotting in the long natural curls of her hair, he leaned his head back in his chair, her photo in one hand, and unzipped his pants and freed his rock-hard cock.
Baker closed his brilliant green eyes, the image of Delaine Jeris etched firmly in his mind. He spilled his seed into one of the handkerchiefs he kept in a drawer for these occasions and wondered if the woman could be bought or, depending on who she worked for, sold.
* * * * *
Justin Cooley flipped the secure cell phone closed and grimaced at the new intel he’d just received. So a new investigator was stepping into his case, eh? It was a woman who was coming in as some kind of techno-geek. Her cover was to map out the production process and data sources for the new medicine that Brian Baker’s team was developing. So was Baker her target? Justin had no idea. He also hadn’t a clue who she was or what she looked like. But since he wasn’t supposed to know anything about her at all, it was no surprise the information he’d been given was sketchy. His partner Derrick was trying to find out more. Justin would check in with him later.
Thankfully, the manufacturing and corporate facilities at Astin Pharmaceutical were huge. He blended in with everyone else, surveyed who came and went and who had access to what.
Keeping an eye out for this new agent should be easy enough. He was finally closing in on Baker. The last thing he needed was a newbie coming in and spoiling what had taken him months to set up.
Chapter Two
Delaine circled the parking lot at the Arboretum Mall for the third time, relieved to finally luck out on a parking space close to the restaurant. She flew into the spot, jumped out of her sleek black Jag and hurried to the door. She was supposed to meet Pam more than ten minutes ago. Her fingers closed around the door handle when she was nearly tackled by a very excited female.
“I really missed you,” Pam said with a toothy grin. She released Delaine and dragged her through the door to the table where their breakfast waited. “Hey, I ordered some of that frou-frou food I know you like, so eat up.”
“Thanks, woman. Sorry I’m late,” Delaine said, quirking a brow at her friend as packet after packet of sugar disappeared into Pam’s coffee cup. Ick! She shuddered visibly then laughed when Pam stuck her tongue out at her. Delaine took a healthy bite of fruit, yogurt and granola Breakfast Banana Split. Her eyes rolled heavenward in appreciation then her nose wrinkled in distaste when Pam took a gulp of syrupy coffee.
“I’m so excited to see you, Delaine! Girl, I still can’t believe you’re here!” Pam exclaimed, squirming in her chair like a little kid with a new toy at Christmas.
“I know, I can’t believe it either!” Delaine beamed, just as happy to see Pam. It had been eight years since the two women had left their homes in California. Delaine had moved to Denver, and Pam had been all over the place. She still couldn’t believe they’d both ended up in North Carolina at the same time.
“So tell me again why you didn’t like Houston?” Delaine asked around another bite of yogurt heaven. “You were there for, what, two years?”
“Too hot, too humid. Not enough gorgeous men,” Pam jested as she leered over her shoulder at the butt of a nice-looking man being seated across from them. “I had a pretty good clientele, but it got old fast.”
Delaine tilted her head in question and said, “But why Charlotte, of all places? It’s just as hot and humid as Houston. Besides, last year you said you were going back home to Cali.”
“I know, but I changed my mind. You know I’ve always wanted to live on the East Coast somewhere. I didn’t want to live in New York. Too crowded, too expensive. But I didn’t want to live in Florida either.”
“Too many hurricanes,” Delaine mumbled around the napkin she wiped her mouth
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