it?"
Kent snorted and snatched a slice of tomato, keeping his eye on the entrance to the kitchen. "Like you should talk. I'm surprised you didn't pitch a tent in your pants with the way she was rubbing herself on your leg."
Groaning, Asher munched on a slice of cheese. "Her little pussy was so hot against me. It felt like a buttery soft oven." Shifting, Asher tugged the dark navy suit jacket over his pants. "This is by far the best, and worst, detail we've ever had."
"I'm going to have to start taping my cock to my leg if we keep on grappling with her." Kent scanned the dark windows at the back of the gated mansion. "Who knew we would find out that our perfect woman in the only woman on earth we can't touch."
"We could always quit," Asher said with a grin and took an enormous bite of his snack.
"Don't tempt me. If there was anyone out there I could trust with Lalita's safety, I would in a heartbeat."
"I think we should have told her about the other attempts on her life," Asher muttered. "She deserves to know they're still after her. Especially after the Sanjit caught those anarchists in Canada attempting to poison the water supply before the G8 summit. That must have really pissed them off." He walked over to the hall and glanced down, watching Lalita recline on the cream leather couch and talk on the phone.
Wiggling her shimmery emerald painted toes, she worried the ring in her full lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Totally oblivious to the torturous things it did to a male's libido. Her waist-length hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing her delicate bone structure that was usually hidden beneath an inch of pale foundation and black eyeliner. Asher's chewing slowed as she sat forward and gestured excitedly to whomever she was talking to. Her full brown breasts were pushed to the max against the low neckline of her pink shirt, and his mouth went dry.
"No need to freak her out. We just got her to the point where she feels comfortable leaving the house again," Kent whispered next to him as they watched Lalita. "I remember when she first got up the courage to go shopping. We spent twenty minutes in the parking lot of the grocery store, holding her while she cried." He sighed at the memory and rested his head for a moment on Asher's shoulder. "I'm hoping we'll help her heal enough to finish her Master's program at college this fall."
"She's a tough little thing. I know she'll pull through," Asher whispered back and waved his half-eaten sandwich at her. "We could always make our intentions known to the Sanjit and ask for his permission to marry his daughter."
Kent snorted out a loud laugh that turned into a coughing fit. Lalita glanced at them and narrowed her eyes, turning her back and raising the volume on the TV. "What part of the conversation with him about cutting our cocks off and feeding them to his dogs did you miss when he hired us?"
Asher licked the last of the mayo off his fingers and shrugged. "If we're cool with sharing our women, and our women are happy, it shouldn't matter."
Kent rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I forget--" His cell phone rang and he answered it quickly, all traces of mirth wiped from his face. "How can I help you, sir?"
Deep and commanding, the Sanjit shouted into the phone, "Can Lalita hear me?"
"No, sir." He and Asher exchanged a worried look.
"Put me on speaker phone," the tinny voice shouted, and Kent complied while backing into the kitchen.
"I can hear you, sir," Asher said and raised his eyebrows at Kent. If nothing else, the Sanjit was composed and calm no matter what the situation. His legendary quiet strength was part of the reason he lead the anti-anarchist division of the UN Security Council.
"Big trouble," the Sanjit breathed out and said in a rush, "Lalita's been framed for stealing secrets from the UN and selling them to terrorists."
"What?" both men barked out.
"Shut up and listen," the Sanjit hissed. "The police and Home Land Security are on their way
Kent snorted and snatched a slice of tomato, keeping his eye on the entrance to the kitchen. "Like you should talk. I'm surprised you didn't pitch a tent in your pants with the way she was rubbing herself on your leg."
Groaning, Asher munched on a slice of cheese. "Her little pussy was so hot against me. It felt like a buttery soft oven." Shifting, Asher tugged the dark navy suit jacket over his pants. "This is by far the best, and worst, detail we've ever had."
"I'm going to have to start taping my cock to my leg if we keep on grappling with her." Kent scanned the dark windows at the back of the gated mansion. "Who knew we would find out that our perfect woman in the only woman on earth we can't touch."
"We could always quit," Asher said with a grin and took an enormous bite of his snack.
"Don't tempt me. If there was anyone out there I could trust with Lalita's safety, I would in a heartbeat."
"I think we should have told her about the other attempts on her life," Asher muttered. "She deserves to know they're still after her. Especially after the Sanjit caught those anarchists in Canada attempting to poison the water supply before the G8 summit. That must have really pissed them off." He walked over to the hall and glanced down, watching Lalita recline on the cream leather couch and talk on the phone.
Wiggling her shimmery emerald painted toes, she worried the ring in her full lower lip with the tip of her tongue. Totally oblivious to the torturous things it did to a male's libido. Her waist-length hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, revealing her delicate bone structure that was usually hidden beneath an inch of pale foundation and black eyeliner. Asher's chewing slowed as she sat forward and gestured excitedly to whomever she was talking to. Her full brown breasts were pushed to the max against the low neckline of her pink shirt, and his mouth went dry.
"No need to freak her out. We just got her to the point where she feels comfortable leaving the house again," Kent whispered next to him as they watched Lalita. "I remember when she first got up the courage to go shopping. We spent twenty minutes in the parking lot of the grocery store, holding her while she cried." He sighed at the memory and rested his head for a moment on Asher's shoulder. "I'm hoping we'll help her heal enough to finish her Master's program at college this fall."
"She's a tough little thing. I know she'll pull through," Asher whispered back and waved his half-eaten sandwich at her. "We could always make our intentions known to the Sanjit and ask for his permission to marry his daughter."
Kent snorted out a loud laugh that turned into a coughing fit. Lalita glanced at them and narrowed her eyes, turning her back and raising the volume on the TV. "What part of the conversation with him about cutting our cocks off and feeding them to his dogs did you miss when he hired us?"
Asher licked the last of the mayo off his fingers and shrugged. "If we're cool with sharing our women, and our women are happy, it shouldn't matter."
Kent rolled his eyes. "Sometimes I forget--" His cell phone rang and he answered it quickly, all traces of mirth wiped from his face. "How can I help you, sir?"
Deep and commanding, the Sanjit shouted into the phone, "Can Lalita hear me?"
"No, sir." He and Asher exchanged a worried look.
"Put me on speaker phone," the tinny voice shouted, and Kent complied while backing into the kitchen.
"I can hear you, sir," Asher said and raised his eyebrows at Kent. If nothing else, the Sanjit was composed and calm no matter what the situation. His legendary quiet strength was part of the reason he lead the anti-anarchist division of the UN Security Council.
"Big trouble," the Sanjit breathed out and said in a rush, "Lalita's been framed for stealing secrets from the UN and selling them to terrorists."
"What?" both men barked out.
"Shut up and listen," the Sanjit hissed. "The police and Home Land Security are on their way
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