Dangerous Mating (A.L.F.A., #3)(53)
“Nah,” Kari said, “just doing our jobs.”
Tumbel found that extraordinarily funny by the laugh coming through the phone’s speaker. It was sort of funny since what she did wasn’t close to her “girlfriend” job description.
“Have you heard from Sheldon or Elna recently?” Tumbel asked them.
“Not a word,” Bryon said. “I’m sure they are enjoying their private island beach as much as we are our cabin escape.”
Tumbel sighed. “I’m sure they are, too. Can’t wait for my turn to find my mate.”
“Gotta get out of the office sometime, Tumbel. Unless your mate is a pizza delivery person, you aren’t going to meet her there.”
“Yeah, I hear you. I have to wait for you two clowns to get back before anything can happen. We have a whole new group that needs to be trained. Oh, one more thing since I’ve got you. ALFA will be getting a plaque in the new National Intelligence Building for so many years of service blah, blah, blah.”
“Really?” Bryon questioned. “But we’re a secret organization.”
“The group isn’t really that much of a secret around here. All the bigwigs know we exist. The secret is about the agents who work here. On paper, we look like a normal intelligence gathering agency. The point is you and Kari need to be at the dedication ceremony. Be ready to dress up.”
“Whatever you say, boss man,” Bryon said. He was ready to get the call over with so he could get back to loving his mate.
“Well, gotta go,” Director Tumbel said. “Stuff to do before heading home. See you when you’re back. And, Kari, you guys give some thought to you training and joining us. I’d hate to lose Bryon because I didn’t try to sweet-talk his mate.”
“Yeah, yeah, we got it. See ya later, boss.” Bryon tapped the end call button on the phone.
“Speaking of things to do,” he said, his eyes filling with desire, “I have a little mate that needs some doing.”
Kari laughed. “So you’re going to do me?”
“Damn straight, I am.” He stood and stepped out of the tub. “How else am I going to get started practicing for baby number two?”
She shook her head, giggling. “Maybe we should let the first one be born?”
“No way! We have to be ready. And I’m going to love seeing how many ways I can get you to moan and scream. Just you sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.” He lifted her from the bubbly water.
“I hope it’s better than the first show you gave. That one was hot, but you were a little out of it being drugged and all.” He took a towel from the warming rack and wrapped it around her body, then took a second one and daubed at her hair.
“Oh, don’t you worry. I’ve seen a TV commercial for a group of Aussie guys who know a thing or two about entertaining women. I’m taking lessons. My first show is tonight in the other room. I got front-row seats for you.”
“I love the sound of that.”
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Josh Tumbel, director for the Alpha League of Federal Agents, had finally found his mate. She sat in front of his desk, talking about something. Her luscious lips were moving and her bedroom eyes were fixed on him. And god, how he wished he had her in his bedroom. Naked and begging him to take her. It didn’t seem likely at the moment though. Not with the frown on her face.
She introduced herself as Sergeant, or was it Lieutenant? Maybe Major? Candace Obermier. He’d call her Candy. He wondered how many licks it would take to get to her creamy center.
Her beautiful eyes narrowed and her scrumptious mouth puckered. Ah, fuck. She’d stopped talking. Hopefully, she hadn’t said anything important.
Her brow raised. “Director Tumbel, did you hear a word I said?”
“Of course,” he lied. “Every word.”
“And you have no comment?” she asked with a sniff.
Fuck. He’d never expected to make an ass of himself in front of his mate. That had been a long-standing fear of his. He’d find the one, then chase her off with his caveman mentality. His mama had taught him well. He knew all the mistakes shifter men made and how to avoid them. But would he? Obviously not.
“I’m sorry, Major—” he started.
“Sergeant Major,” she corrected, her gorgeous lips pressing into a tight line.
Well, shit. He just called her a rank four levels lower. She was not happy with him. The military took their rank and file so seriously.
“Sergeant Major, I apologize. I was a bit preoccupied . . .” fantasizing about licking you all over, “and missed your last remark.”
“I said,” she repeated with a soft growl, “I am shutting down your department.”
That certainly got his attention. How could she possibly shut them down? They were specifically commissioned by the National Intelligence Board to do dangerous assignments that would kill any normal human. Was it possible she didn’t know they were “special”? Looks were deceiving. Should he tell her? No. That was above his pay grade.
Calmly, patiently, he knitted his fingers together and laid his hands on his desk. “Sergeant Major Obermier,” he breathed out, “my group has been in operation for many, many years. Longer than most other organizations in DC—”