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osition for so long. It was ridiculous. I had never met a woman that spoke with so much power that I felt I had to obey her or at least p

hat much was clear. She wa

explain why Elena was using male honorifics, but she was a woman... dressed in a white shirt..

bad way. It was a nice shade of silver t

ace like she was marking her territory, showing me my place. Trying to intimidate me, I allowed

ed soft, and inviting, almost calling out to me to have a taste

her who the real boss was. Yet here I was, five hours later and

ent criminals like her- who hid behind riches and brilliant lawyers to make sure they Were never caught, yet continued in the

Genovese, it didn't make her a criminal right? But I had to admit

novese. She just had this innocent vibe to her

was a rule here not to make any noise with the mouth, shoe, or even tapping the desk with a pen. It was borderline annoying. I guessed

out quietly, her fingers trembling, and her eyes darting around the office as if she expected Gabrielle to

woman right and that at the mo

but changed her mind at the last minute. She shifted her weight from on

ilted her chin towards the corner of the office. It took everything in me not to whip around to see what it was she was pointing at. I

r work. I'll go now. You may leave once it's closing hour

s the case then I'd feel a little thrill. It would do a l

this was in the bud before it es

thinking about them for a long period. It was unsettling for me but I consoled myself wi

forget all about the rugged beauty of a boss I had, and the way she'd

were to star in an action movie, she'll be such a badass, and... and there I went sliding back into fantasizing about her. This was so fucking frustrating. I dragg

to live my life without anyone holding me down... My

ering the last undercover job had been shitty. I had to practically become a delivery guy for a drug dealer after years of being his dedicated follower. I was so glad we got his ass... he

onment... the camera was well hidden but I got the location on my third attempt. The person who installe

happen to her? I resisted the urge to tug on my hair again

nyway? Forcing my mind to shove the thoughts of h

e. And as I packed up to leave, I couldn't help but worry about Gabrielle. Did she get into

e. If it required a little seduction, then that was exactly what I'd do. Something in my gut warned me of the idea, b

over my face, then sighed, still, Gabrielle's im

Gabrielle" I grumbled spitef