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our operation.”
Williams grunted. “Oh come now, President Chan. I don’t believe it’s likely that he could be anything other than what he appears. Our vetting procedures are much too thorough to let just anyone slip under our net and into our facility.”
“And others have procedures just as thorough, Director.” Chan’s eyebrows moved together, indicating the gravity of the situation. “Never underestimate anyone, especially federal organizations. These days, we cannot be too careful. And now? More than ever we must be vigilant.”
“I understand.” Williams gave a little bow. Nothing to lose by humoring the man, even though he was probably just enjoying a few moments playing with his overdeveloped corporate hobby—paranoia.
“He is already engaging in sexual intercourse with Martine TwoSeven, and that may prove problematical.”
“He is?” Williams managed to keep his jaw from dropping. “That was quick. How did you…?”
“We remain ever vigilant, Director, as I stated before. I suggest you do the same.”
On that slightly reprimanding note, the communication ceased abruptly, leaving the director of Eternal Tranquility wondering if he’d made a huge mistake acquiring Johann Eleven, and also astounded that the man had managed to get Martine TwoSeven into bed within hours of meeting her.
He shook his head as he reached for the comm screen to alert security. Damn. Any man who could get into a woman’s pants that fast deserved to be watched. He obviously possessed a secret a lot of men would kill to learn.
With a chuckle to himself, Williams activated the system and realized his day was off to a busy start. He never spared a thought for the fact that yet again nobody on Earth would see the sun rise.
Chapter Six
The days and weeks fell into a pattern for Martine—and to some extent, Johann.
Most days they would see each other, some nights they would spend together, and they became clearly identified as a couple by the Eternal Tranquility staff. There were the usual jealous rumblings by one disappointed person or another, but overall the romantic development was welcomed, since anything new or different was always an interesting topic for discussion in the rec room.
Finally it became just another part of everyone’s day, and that was exactly how Martine wanted it. Nothing out of the ordinary anymore. Nobody paying close attention or watching them.
Of course, whether somebody was watching them…well, she didn’t know. But trusting her instincts, she remained true to her private nature. While she might touch Johann’s hand now and again, spend time with him, smile at him a lot and make it clear they were an item, she was not—and never had been—an overtly demonstrative person. There were no passionate, lingering kisses in doorways, or brief groping moments when they were alone during the day. Instead they would simply talk, as lovers do, often discussing the book he’d given her and her impressions of the strangely appealing story.
They saved all the physical interactions for Martine’s apartment at night, where the kisses alternated between fierce and sensual, hungry and sated. Where the groping was mutual, the eager coupling a shared and overwhelming need, and the comfort of a loving embrace was the perfect conclusion to their day.
Martine knew him better now, this man with two names. She knew Johann, her coworker, quiet and charming, friends with so many at Eternal Tranquility now that he’d found his feet in his new environment. And she knew John, intense and passionate lover, man with secrets he shared and, she suspected, many more he didn’t.
They met in the occasional dream, but it seemed that the more they loved physically, the less they drifted together in an alternate reality. Martine didn’t mind much. She had him, in her bed, in her arms…no matter what his name was, she knew she was committing herself to him on a level she’d never attained before.
Their work
Williams grunted. “Oh come now, President Chan. I don’t believe it’s likely that he could be anything other than what he appears. Our vetting procedures are much too thorough to let just anyone slip under our net and into our facility.”
“And others have procedures just as thorough, Director.” Chan’s eyebrows moved together, indicating the gravity of the situation. “Never underestimate anyone, especially federal organizations. These days, we cannot be too careful. And now? More than ever we must be vigilant.”
“I understand.” Williams gave a little bow. Nothing to lose by humoring the man, even though he was probably just enjoying a few moments playing with his overdeveloped corporate hobby—paranoia.
“He is already engaging in sexual intercourse with Martine TwoSeven, and that may prove problematical.”
“He is?” Williams managed to keep his jaw from dropping. “That was quick. How did you…?”
“We remain ever vigilant, Director, as I stated before. I suggest you do the same.”
On that slightly reprimanding note, the communication ceased abruptly, leaving the director of Eternal Tranquility wondering if he’d made a huge mistake acquiring Johann Eleven, and also astounded that the man had managed to get Martine TwoSeven into bed within hours of meeting her.
He shook his head as he reached for the comm screen to alert security. Damn. Any man who could get into a woman’s pants that fast deserved to be watched. He obviously possessed a secret a lot of men would kill to learn.
With a chuckle to himself, Williams activated the system and realized his day was off to a busy start. He never spared a thought for the fact that yet again nobody on Earth would see the sun rise.
Chapter Six
The days and weeks fell into a pattern for Martine—and to some extent, Johann.
Most days they would see each other, some nights they would spend together, and they became clearly identified as a couple by the Eternal Tranquility staff. There were the usual jealous rumblings by one disappointed person or another, but overall the romantic development was welcomed, since anything new or different was always an interesting topic for discussion in the rec room.
Finally it became just another part of everyone’s day, and that was exactly how Martine wanted it. Nothing out of the ordinary anymore. Nobody paying close attention or watching them.
Of course, whether somebody was watching them…well, she didn’t know. But trusting her instincts, she remained true to her private nature. While she might touch Johann’s hand now and again, spend time with him, smile at him a lot and make it clear they were an item, she was not—and never had been—an overtly demonstrative person. There were no passionate, lingering kisses in doorways, or brief groping moments when they were alone during the day. Instead they would simply talk, as lovers do, often discussing the book he’d given her and her impressions of the strangely appealing story.
They saved all the physical interactions for Martine’s apartment at night, where the kisses alternated between fierce and sensual, hungry and sated. Where the groping was mutual, the eager coupling a shared and overwhelming need, and the comfort of a loving embrace was the perfect conclusion to their day.
Martine knew him better now, this man with two names. She knew Johann, her coworker, quiet and charming, friends with so many at Eternal Tranquility now that he’d found his feet in his new environment. And she knew John, intense and passionate lover, man with secrets he shared and, she suspected, many more he didn’t.
They met in the occasional dream, but it seemed that the more they loved physically, the less they drifted together in an alternate reality. Martine didn’t mind much. She had him, in her bed, in her arms…no matter what his name was, she knew she was committing herself to him on a level she’d never attained before.
Their work
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