Extraordinary
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The GeneralIn Point on No Return, the General, originally had a larger part in the story. He had his own point of view. But it became clear it would not work well for the story. I thought you might like to know a little more about him. First, you can tell from his photo why Honey fell into bed with him. Second, I hope you can tell what an arrogant ass he was. Some of what follows was used in other places. Some was completely left out. Thanks for visiting. Honey came to stand in front of his desk the way she did in Cairo. In those days as her mentor, he would ask her to report. As her lover, the request would be in a low sensual voice. As she recounted details he’d stand next to her so close each one of his heavy breaths would move the fine hairs on her neck as his lips brushed her ear. He’d run a finger over the back of her hand up her arm, totally disinterested in anything she was saying, until she quivered and dissolved against him. He was up and out of his chair circling the desk before he knew what he was doing. There would be no dissolving against him. Today she stood statue still. Coldly staring at the spot in the chair he’d occupied seconds before. He stopped abruptly, like he’d reached the end of a tether, and cleared his throat. “Coffee?” Honey turned. “Yes, sir. Thank you.” It took everything in him not to reach for her, instead turning to a small table where a carafe, cups and other accoutrements necessary for a serious coffee drinker stood. “How long has it been since we’ve seen each other?” he said as he poured the coffee. He knew exactly when they’d last seen each other. “A year. Sir”. Jesus, the ice in her voice. “The conference at Quantico.” Where she had entered late, left early to every session, and did everything necessary to avoid him. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I meant to talk.” She might not remember, but he did. “Six years, sir.” She said defiantly. Four months after she walked into his office and they began their affair. Cairo was her first field assignment. When he read her personnel folder and found she’d spent her time in intelligence in posh embassy duty assignments he wrote her off as useless. Until he met her. That first day she bristled with excitement and was ready to get down to serious work. He’d taken her seriously and bristled with his own excitement at the thought of her being naked under him. He put her to work immediately. Set her on something that had seen no progress in six months. Incredibly, in three days she’d developed the mark and had the information. She was smart and had no problem using her assets. They’d celebrated with dinner, too much booze, and damn real, fricking, mind-altering fantastic sex. He rolled one shoulder then the other, turned and held out a steaming cup. She took it. He didn’t retract his hand and for a long moment, her hand rested on his. His eyes scanned her face, taking inventory of her features. Honey glanced to their hands and back to his face. What the hell was he doing? He released his grip but, didn’t move away. “It was a mistake walking away from you.” He said. “General Moore, what am I doing here?” she said. Her voice free of the sarcasm she spoke so fluently. He shook his head. The skin over his jaw tightened, twitched and relaxed. Intensity drained from him. He retreated a step, then another and circled his desk. “Sit down, Major Thornton.” He said sinking into his chair. He positioned his elbow on the arm of his chair, rested his hand against his cheek and did his best to act casual. Damn, she looked good. She’d hardly changed. Unaffected by the responsibilities of her job. The epitome of a Nordic woman. Pale skin that had miraculously managed to stay that way after years in the Middle East. High cheek bones, a strong jaw that ended in a chin with a slight clef. White blonde hair pulled back in the same severe style as the first day he’d seen her. Blue eyes, like ice on a windshield in winter, scanning him, reading him since she came into his office. Long athletic body filling out the uniform perfectly. He’d found it odd, almost amusing that she had no idea how she effected men. He’d seen men stop what they were doing to watch her. Her looks so unique he’d had her wear dark wigs and contacts on several of their Cairo operations. It didn’t take long for him to realize Honey was brilliant. A natural in the game. He’d picked her brain during pillow talk and presented her ideas and work as his, earning him a transfer to DC and his first star. He’d been a complete ass. Wanting to wear fucking general’s stars he’d given up too much to get too little. If he’d explained how he needed to use her data to get promoted she would have understood. If nothing else, her naïve patriotism would have propelled her to help. He shook his head. So many mistakes. If he’d handled it right, they’d be together today. Instead, he was with a spoiled, socialite bitch who spread her legs for any powerful man in DC. He missed Honey from the day he left Cairo and now was determined to get her back. The memory of her lithe body naked under him. His fingers tangled in her hair kissing every inch of her body until she begged him to make her come….. Shit! If this plan was going to work he had to stay under control. He couldn’t play his hand too soon or she would bolt. He’d already fucked up saying it was a mistake letting her go. And for Christ’s sake getting up and going to her. He had to keep it together and wait to play his hand. Soon enough she’d be pressed against him kissing as if they only had minutes to live. Having sex like it was the only way to save the world.
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