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Authors: Marie Harte
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loving families, expected loyalty, knew what honor meant, and worked with an ethic surpassing their peers. Hell, Colonel Drey loved her, and he wasn’t an easy man to impress.
In addition to liking her lovely face, kick-ass body, and amazing skills in the sack, Brad appreciated everything else about her. Especially the way she didn’t back down from a confrontation.
He sighed, feeling like a lovesick teenager who couldn’t stop thinking about his latest crush. Because, yeah, he had it bad. He’d been attracted to the pain in the ass tech geek for months. But now that he knew what she tasted and felt like, had heard her laugh and seen her smile just for him, his heart threatened to fall at her feet.
Not good.
A glance at his empty coffee cup had him refilling with a needed boost of energy. As he was leaving, he overheard two of the new guys talking.
“She is fine. Did you see her ass?”
A low chuckle. “Yeah. I hear she’s single. Wonder if she’d be up for some tag-teaming.”
That sounded like Captain Batista. So the other guy must have been his constant shadow, First Lieutenant Hearst. Brad didn’t care for what he’d seen of Division’s assets so far, but since they’d only been attached to the G2 to help work on the new training op he was supervising, he figured he’d cut them some slack.
“St. James is hellish-hot. She turns down all the guys, though. Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Hearst suggested.
Said slack went right out the fucking window.
“Oh, man. That would be perfect. Think she’d let us watch?”
“I don’t know. Let’s go ask her.”
The pair chuckled.
“She didn’t say anything about it when I asked her out on Tuesday. Then again, she might be teasing. You know how these women can be,” Hearst said.
“I know. Tight clothes daring you to stare at them. Then when you do, you’re the asshole. Please. She’s begging for it today. Did you see that shirt she’s wearing?”
Brad forced himself not to hurl the cup and pound both idiots into the floor. No wonder Genevieve hadn’t wanted to go out with anyone at work if most of the guys hitting on her were like these two. And for the record, he’d seen the silk blouse she wore and thought it nothing but professional. She had breasts; it wasn’t like she should wear a tent to disguise them.
He skirted the small divider leading to the kitchenette and saw them start upon seeing him. “Gentlemen, you’re new to G2, so let me help you out. This isn’t the infantry, where there’s nothing but dick walking and talking all day. Men and women work here, so if you two can’t keep your pie-holes shut about shit that has no place being spoken, I can guaran-damn-tee that a counseling will be in order.
“St. James is one of a handful of our civilian contractors, and along with a few of our female Marines on staff, the females are far outnumbered by the men working here. We all know that. There aren’t many women around, but they’re all to be respected.”
“Yes, sir.” They both knew they’d screwed up. This wasn’t an infantry battalion where the idea that boys will be boys still prevailed. Hell, Brad was a guy. He liked a good non-PC joke now and then—in the right company. But sure as shit not here. The new Inspector General had made a huge deal about making her Marine Corps more PC, and she had no qualms serving up members of an antiquated all boys’ club to make things right. Brad wanted to find her and salute her right now.
He stepped closer to the pricks watching him with caution. “On a personal note, if I hear of either of you fucking with any of the females in my wing, I will personally rip your goddamn heads off. You get me?” he growled.
“Roger that, sir. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Captain Batista stood at attention.
Hearst nodded like a bobble-head out of control.
“Good.” Brad turned on his heel and stormed back to his office. Then he drank down his coffee and tried to ignore the tension
In addition to liking her lovely face, kick-ass body, and amazing skills in the sack, Brad appreciated everything else about her. Especially the way she didn’t back down from a confrontation.
He sighed, feeling like a lovesick teenager who couldn’t stop thinking about his latest crush. Because, yeah, he had it bad. He’d been attracted to the pain in the ass tech geek for months. But now that he knew what she tasted and felt like, had heard her laugh and seen her smile just for him, his heart threatened to fall at her feet.
Not good.
A glance at his empty coffee cup had him refilling with a needed boost of energy. As he was leaving, he overheard two of the new guys talking.
“She is fine. Did you see her ass?”
A low chuckle. “Yeah. I hear she’s single. Wonder if she’d be up for some tag-teaming.”
That sounded like Captain Batista. So the other guy must have been his constant shadow, First Lieutenant Hearst. Brad didn’t care for what he’d seen of Division’s assets so far, but since they’d only been attached to the G2 to help work on the new training op he was supervising, he figured he’d cut them some slack.
“St. James is hellish-hot. She turns down all the guys, though. Maybe she’s a lesbian,” Hearst suggested.
Said slack went right out the fucking window.
“Oh, man. That would be perfect. Think she’d let us watch?”
“I don’t know. Let’s go ask her.”
The pair chuckled.
“She didn’t say anything about it when I asked her out on Tuesday. Then again, she might be teasing. You know how these women can be,” Hearst said.
“I know. Tight clothes daring you to stare at them. Then when you do, you’re the asshole. Please. She’s begging for it today. Did you see that shirt she’s wearing?”
Brad forced himself not to hurl the cup and pound both idiots into the floor. No wonder Genevieve hadn’t wanted to go out with anyone at work if most of the guys hitting on her were like these two. And for the record, he’d seen the silk blouse she wore and thought it nothing but professional. She had breasts; it wasn’t like she should wear a tent to disguise them.
He skirted the small divider leading to the kitchenette and saw them start upon seeing him. “Gentlemen, you’re new to G2, so let me help you out. This isn’t the infantry, where there’s nothing but dick walking and talking all day. Men and women work here, so if you two can’t keep your pie-holes shut about shit that has no place being spoken, I can guaran-damn-tee that a counseling will be in order.
“St. James is one of a handful of our civilian contractors, and along with a few of our female Marines on staff, the females are far outnumbered by the men working here. We all know that. There aren’t many women around, but they’re all to be respected.”
“Yes, sir.” They both knew they’d screwed up. This wasn’t an infantry battalion where the idea that boys will be boys still prevailed. Hell, Brad was a guy. He liked a good non-PC joke now and then—in the right company. But sure as shit not here. The new Inspector General had made a huge deal about making her Marine Corps more PC, and she had no qualms serving up members of an antiquated all boys’ club to make things right. Brad wanted to find her and salute her right now.
He stepped closer to the pricks watching him with caution. “On a personal note, if I hear of either of you fucking with any of the females in my wing, I will personally rip your goddamn heads off. You get me?” he growled.
“Roger that, sir. Sorry. Won’t happen again.” Captain Batista stood at attention.
Hearst nodded like a bobble-head out of control.
“Good.” Brad turned on his heel and stormed back to his office. Then he drank down his coffee and tried to ignore the tension
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