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Until I know otherwise, I am still a member of the military and need to dress myself accordingly. It won’t take me long to change.” Markus scooped up his uniform and went into the bathroom. Likely the wisest plan otherwise they would never get out of there. He could distract her quite spectacularly with his naked body and had done it more than once during their stay in the bunker.
She watched him leaving and shook her head. She was laughing and loudly said, “I love you in your uniform. You seriously are so damn hot in it that it makes me ache to touch you. Makes me want to pull off every single one of those buttons so that I can get to the man underneath.”
The door opened and he shot her a disapproving look. “Do not get any ideas about mussing me up. Breaking the news to your mother that we are soul bonded is one thing, but showing up looking like we just had a sexual romp would likely push that woman over the edge.” He tucked the last of his clothing into the bag, then closed it. Hefting it over his shoulder, he collected hers and tipped his chin toward the door, indicating she should precede him.
“There go my dreams of you fucking me on a conference room table,” she said. “I’m not even kidding right now either.”
“Walk, woman,” he ordered in that mock stern tone she loved. Paisley rolled her eyes and made for the tramp. They needed to toss everything headed for the surface in there, then send it on its plotted route back while they went the faster way. It didn’t take long either. Their bags and a couple crates went in. Everything else could remain down in the bunker for the time being. Once the tramp was off, Paisley led Markus to the unique lift that would take them up to her mother’s office.
She wrapped her arms around Markus and looked up at him. “Are you ready to face Mom?”
His arms tightened around her, and he made a face. “Not even a little. Usually I have a vague idea of what I’m walking into. This, though, we are going into blind.” The lift began to slow, warning them they were close to the top. “Are you ready for whatever we might find in her office?” They’d discussed how things would go when they eventually left the bunker, and she had clear instructions to remain close but to make sure she was a half step behind to give him room should it be required. Straightening when the lift eased to a stop, he turned to face the doors. “You ready?” At her nod, he gave her hand a final squeeze before letting his hands fall loosely to his sides. The doors slid open two seconds later.
She hated the loss of his arms around her but knew that it was for the best. For now. Markus didn’t seem any happier than her to have left their cocoon of privacy. He stepped out into the closet and waited until she was next to him, and the lift doors were shut, before he pushed open the closet doors to reveal her mother’s office filled with people all staring out the window. Except her mother, who stood with a bemused, if mildly harried, look on her face.
“Hello, Mother.” Paisley bowed her head, then stepped back when she saw the very, very large men all turn to face them.
“Hello, Paisley,” her mother said, then looked to Markus. “Lieutenant Colonel Rothschild, you are very close to my daughter. Why?”
Markus didn’t get the chance to answer, likely a good thing given what they’d discussed only moments earlier, because one of the large men came up to him and eyed him up and down. “You look to have survived. I want to say that uniform is fitting tighter but even though you look well rested, that would be a lie.”
“The lady can cook but I had a lot of free time to burn off the calories she seemed determined to try packing into me. Paisley, this is General Fintan Daykin. Fin, this is the lovely Paisley Ralston.”
The general turned to look at her and tipped his head. “Miss Ralston, a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for not giving in to any urges to kill him. I
She watched him leaving and shook her head. She was laughing and loudly said, “I love you in your uniform. You seriously are so damn hot in it that it makes me ache to touch you. Makes me want to pull off every single one of those buttons so that I can get to the man underneath.”
The door opened and he shot her a disapproving look. “Do not get any ideas about mussing me up. Breaking the news to your mother that we are soul bonded is one thing, but showing up looking like we just had a sexual romp would likely push that woman over the edge.” He tucked the last of his clothing into the bag, then closed it. Hefting it over his shoulder, he collected hers and tipped his chin toward the door, indicating she should precede him.
“There go my dreams of you fucking me on a conference room table,” she said. “I’m not even kidding right now either.”
“Walk, woman,” he ordered in that mock stern tone she loved. Paisley rolled her eyes and made for the tramp. They needed to toss everything headed for the surface in there, then send it on its plotted route back while they went the faster way. It didn’t take long either. Their bags and a couple crates went in. Everything else could remain down in the bunker for the time being. Once the tramp was off, Paisley led Markus to the unique lift that would take them up to her mother’s office.
She wrapped her arms around Markus and looked up at him. “Are you ready to face Mom?”
His arms tightened around her, and he made a face. “Not even a little. Usually I have a vague idea of what I’m walking into. This, though, we are going into blind.” The lift began to slow, warning them they were close to the top. “Are you ready for whatever we might find in her office?” They’d discussed how things would go when they eventually left the bunker, and she had clear instructions to remain close but to make sure she was a half step behind to give him room should it be required. Straightening when the lift eased to a stop, he turned to face the doors. “You ready?” At her nod, he gave her hand a final squeeze before letting his hands fall loosely to his sides. The doors slid open two seconds later.
She hated the loss of his arms around her but knew that it was for the best. For now. Markus didn’t seem any happier than her to have left their cocoon of privacy. He stepped out into the closet and waited until she was next to him, and the lift doors were shut, before he pushed open the closet doors to reveal her mother’s office filled with people all staring out the window. Except her mother, who stood with a bemused, if mildly harried, look on her face.
“Hello, Mother.” Paisley bowed her head, then stepped back when she saw the very, very large men all turn to face them.
“Hello, Paisley,” her mother said, then looked to Markus. “Lieutenant Colonel Rothschild, you are very close to my daughter. Why?”
Markus didn’t get the chance to answer, likely a good thing given what they’d discussed only moments earlier, because one of the large men came up to him and eyed him up and down. “You look to have survived. I want to say that uniform is fitting tighter but even though you look well rested, that would be a lie.”
“The lady can cook but I had a lot of free time to burn off the calories she seemed determined to try packing into me. Paisley, this is General Fintan Daykin. Fin, this is the lovely Paisley Ralston.”
The general turned to look at her and tipped his head. “Miss Ralston, a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for not giving in to any urges to kill him. I
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