Page 5 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“I said, I want to be your bad girl.”

“Are you sure?” I stepped in close, wrapping my arm around her waist as I looked down into her eyes. Her body pressed against mine and it took serious fucking control not to overplay my hand and show how much I wanted her. She swayed slightly on her feet, but her eyes were still just as sharp. “Because you don’t look so certain.”

She nodded. “I am.”

“So, if I ordered you to get on your knees right now and suck my cock for everyone passing by, what would you do?” Her eyes went wide. I leaned in and growled at her. “What would you do?”

I honestly expected that this was where I would end up going home for the night. I’d been following her around all day, watching her interview people from my different businesses, with her hair pulled back tight and little notebook in hand. Her suit was perfectly pressed, and she had a firm line to her lips. Tonight, her hair was down, and she looked human, not the robot the FBI had created. Could there actually be a deviant sexual beast under the button-up?

Savannah shocked me as she lowered herself to her knees in front of me and reached for my belt. Smiling, I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.

“Very good answer. What’s your room number?”

CHAPTER

TWO

SAVANNAH

THREE WEEKS AGO

Ipointed to the file on my boss’s desk. “I’m telling you, it doesn’t add up.” He casually placed his hands on top of it but didn’t lift the cover.

“You are out of line. I’m in a meeting. You do not just barge in, Agent Freeborn,” he said, and I realized he had two people on his computer screen who were quietly staring at me.

“Give me a moment. Please excuse my agent for her passionate entrance.” He hit a button that had to be mute, and I swallowed hard.

Fuck, that looked like a general and the senator of Utah, which would mean they were talking about the mass shooting from two days ago.

“Speak, agent, you have three minutes.”

“There are holes in the case. When did Alex leave Canada? I can’t find a plane manifest with him on it, and his car is at his home. And why was he on a yacht when he hated boats and water? A boat that just so happened to sink from a mysterious explosion. There were no survivors because everyone apparently drowned. No one remembers seeing the party boat leave from any dock, and no one knew him.” I took a deep breath. “There are other things, but it doesn’t make sense.”

Matthews leaned back in his chair and stared at me. “Is that it?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, is all the evidence you compiled in here?” He lifted the file I’d painstakingly created.

“Yes.”

“I’m going to make this quick. I have known you long enough to know that you think you’re the smartest one in the room. But let me assure you that you’re not smarter than a rescue crew, a whole crime lab, and two detectives. This is not even one of our cases, and I have let you entertain yourself with this project because you lost a family member. I will not do so anymore.”

“But Director….”

“That is Executive Assistant Director to you, Field Agent Freeborn,” he said, accentuating each word. “The answer is no. We have active cases that need your attention, and I can’t spare the manpower to chase down ghosts because you have a gut feeling. So, your choices are as follows: you can either let it go, and I will give you your next assignment, or you can choose not to let it go, and you will be forced on leave.”

My mouth fell open, but I quickly snapped it shut. He looked at his watch. “You have thirty seconds to make up your mind.”

I didn’t want to go on leave and decided I could continue to investigate Alex’s death on my own time. “I will take the next case that comes in,” I said.

“Very well. Tomorrow, you will be assigned to the Arkansas case.”

Nodding, I held out my hand for the file, but Matthews picked it up, and I watched in horror as he fed it through his shredder. The whirring was loud as it ground up all my hard work. I’d spent months gathering that information and didn’t have a complete second set. I was forced to stand there and stare when I wanted to leap across the room and yank the papers out of his hand.

“I trust that you’ll no longer pester the local police and crime departments. Because if I receive one more complaint about an insubordinate agent poking around in a case that she is not assigned to, you will find yourself on leave whether you want it or not.” He leaned forward on his desk. “And I’m not sure how long that leave will last. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Executive Assistant Director Matthews,” I said, each word tasting like dirt in my mouth.