Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Ugh.
Everything about the girl was a mess. Her hair was always in a bun. Her body perpetually lost in oversized sweatshirts and exercise pants. And did no one ever tell her that reading glasses were only okay when they were fake?
While it was true that Jamieson and his girlfriend had grown up in the same neighborhood and attended the same schools—-was that really reason enough for her boss to still be in a relationship with a boring goody-two-shoes like her?
Alysse suddenly glanced up and turned her gaze in Rebecca's direction, and she immediately rushed forward with a look of regret.
"I'm so sorry for making you wait so long," Rebecca apologized as she air-kissed the girl's cheeks.
"It's fine..."
She saw Alysse craning her neck as if looking for somebody, and Rebecca made a face. "He's still mad, I'm afraid."
"Oh."
"But please don't tell him I told you that."
"Of c-course."
The two of them sat down, and Rebecca noticed the way the younger woman was wringing her hands on her lap.
"Are you guys still not talking?"
Alysse nodded.
"I'm so sorry about that."
"It's my fault."
"Of course it's not!" Rebecca grabbed the girl's hands and gave it a squeeze. "It's never right for a man to pressure a woman into doing anything she doesn't want. And that goes even for boyfriends, too."
"I...just...I just don't know why I c-can't..."
"Let's figure it out together," Rebecca promised. "Alright?"
Alysse gave her a grateful smile. "Thank you for always being so helpful."
"Girls should stick together, you know?" Rebecca pretended to look around even though she had specifically chosen this restaurant because of its bottle service. "Aha!" Every table was furnished with a basket of house wines, and Rebecca grabbed the one that had the highest alcoholic content.
"I've seen how these fights with the boss take a toll on you. So why don't you take a little sip? This can help you relax."
"I don't drink—-"
"A little sip won't harm you, and seriously, Lys. You need this."
Alysse accepted the wine glass she offered with visible reluctance.
"Go on," Rebecca urged.
The younger woman took a sip and started coughing right away. "It burns!"
"That's how you know it works," Rebecca said brightly. "Now, take another sip..." She waited until the other girl reached for her wine glass again before opening her purse. Phew. She should've known better than to worry. She had thought she had packed her pill case in her check-in luggage, but here it was, all silver and shiny.
I'll just have to figure out how to get one of these in her wine.
A heavy thud startled Rebecca into looking up.
Or not.
Because Alysse, head down on the table, had already lost consciousness.
Oh, right.
One was never supposed to drink on an empty stomach, but the little idiot obviously didn't know that.
REBECCA WAS METHODICAL and efficient as she undressed Alysse and changed into the other girl's clothes. Other people would think it was just plain luck that the two of them had the same hair and build, but Rebecca knew better.
This was proof of the power of manifestation, and it was why...
Universe, hear me out!
I need someone strong and stupid.
And willing to really rough her up really good.
She opened her eyes, and she saw right away what the universe had delivered.
Perfect.
Men in uniform were always starving after months of having to go without. Any pussy would usually do for them, too. The only tricky part about this was how to ensure their cooperation, but because the universe was on her side...
Rebecca headed up to the bar and ordered a glass of their most expensive wine. She reached for the pill case in her purse.
Hm. Not this. Not this one either. Oh, now this. Perfect!
She dropped the pill in the glass when no one was looking and waited for it to dissolve.
Thank you, universe.
Subject: Operation Black Dove
CONFIRMED INTELLIGENCE indicates that Black Dove is en route to Miami from Amsterdam. Assigned Operator (AO) is hereby ordered to report for active duty.
The local government has agreed to issue a Code Red typhoon signal as part of a coordinated effort to ground all flights.
Said warning will be lifted once rebooking arrangements have been completed. Target will be seated next to AO on a controlled flight bound for Miami.
AO is also permitted to utilize any and all means necessary in order to obtain target's trust. Entering into a formal relationship with target must be given top priority.
Relevant details of the assignment are attached. All actions must be executed with discretion and professionalism.
Acknowledgment of this directive is promptly required.
Re: Subject: Operation Black Dove
KINDLY FORWARD TO THE Royal Eagle:
Fuck off.
Respectfully,
The Undersigned.
Chapter One
LOOK, BABE. I GOTTA be real.
If you want me to spend more time with you, I need more from you, too.
It's not normal that you don't want this like I do.
You won't even let me get my tongue in your mouth.
Do you know how fucked-up that is?