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out of her shoes faster than a blink of an eye. “Just as
long as you keep your eyes on me, I think we’ll be good. Besides, I don’t think
it’s that kind of party. These people don’t seem like the type to fight
physically.”
    “I’ve been surprised before. I hope you’re right. I’d hate
to see you mess up that pretty face.” He stopped her and pulled her to him,
kissing her in the middle of her forehead. “There isn’t much chance of me being
able to take my eyes away from you, even if I wanted to. You look delicious.
I’m going to have to taste you later, that’s for sure.” Desiree’s nerves
quivered as she thought about those possibilities. She would never get enough
of Sam never getting enough of her. Too often, they had to keep things under
wraps. This assignment certainly had its benefits.
    Both Sam and Desiree practically held their breath as they
waited for someone to answer the door to the Jenilham house. It took what
seemed like an eternity. Just when they thought they’d made a mistake, the door
swung open and the curtain was up. Suddenly, they were back on the job, a happily
married couple excited to mingle with their new neighbors. Sam was a computer
executive and Desiree was a housewife trying to expand her web design services into
a new country, in the meantime, eagerly awaiting her loving husband’s return
every night. Similar to a director calling “Action” in a film, Desiree’s smile
was immediately plastered on her face. For her, the part was close enough to
reality where staying in character wouldn’t be a problem. The preliminary
jitters only stayed a minute. Desiree was good at her job, with or without Sam
to guide her.
    “Comforts!” Geneva Jenilham was already snookered. She
practically reached onto the small front steps and pulled Sam inside.
    Desiree cringed at the use of their supposed last name as a
collective. Geneva Jenilham was obviously a special one.
    “We’re so glad you could make it. Let me find my husband so
you can meet him too.” Her words tumbled from her mouth too quickly and she
swayed a little in-between. They stepped inside and Desiree fought back the
overwhelming feeling building as she quickly surveyed the scene.
    With what looked like over thirty people in the room, the
small space appeared packed to overflowing. A few wore jeans, mostly the men,
but the women had on dresses making them look like they were competing for the
title of Miss Tight, Low-Cut and Short. All seemed overdressed for a simple
house cocktail party. Desiree was sure there were quite a few who couldn’t sit
or bend over without exposing their assets, but not one of them seemed to be
concerned about it. Everyone appeared to be quite merry.
    Most held a drink in their hands or were at least in close
proximity to one. They seemed to have been there for a while even though the
invitation had said be prompt. Sam and Desiree made eye contact, obviously
thinking the same thing. Perhaps the instruction on when to arrive had been
strictly for the newcomers. From the looks of things, Geneva wasn’t the only
one who had already knocked back a few drinks. Desiree’s gaze darted around the
room quickly, taking it all in. Could it be they were all purposely trying to
be drunk? “Seems like the party is in full swing,” she said.
    Geneva let out a cackle, addressing Desiree as if they were
old friends rather than two people who had only known each other ten minutes. “Girl,
it is! We waste no time jumping right into the fun around here. You’ll see.
Come. Now.”
    The words were obviously meant as a command rather than a
request. Desiree held back her surprise. “Okay.” She had no idea what could
possibly be so urgent.
    Geneva resumed her hold on Sam and led them toward the
bowels of the house. Relegated to the background, Desiree followed as closely
as she could to Sam, but her host was making that hard. Geneva was small, but
she seemed to be pulling Sam through room after room with