The Agent's Surrender
“He tried not to be annoyed because he had no right to be, but when he woke the next morning he was less than refreshed. He’d reopened Pandora’s Box and he wanted more. In the brief time they’d dated, he’d enjoyed going to sleep and waking up with Jane, which had been something of a change of pace for him because he never invited women to his apartment. Now he was missing the feel of her warm body next to his, and there was nothing he could do about it. She was determined to be bullheaded. A knock at his front door made him realize not only had he lost out on good REM, he’d overslept, too. He opened the front door and let Jane in with a mumbled good morning in between a big yawn.“You look like hell,” she observed, going to the coffeepot to pour herself a cup. “Still jet-lagged?”If he looked jet-lagged, she was the exact opposite—she looked as fresh as a daisy. Of course, that rubbed him wrong, too. Why wasn’t she suffering like he was? “I’m fine. There’s nothing like having the whole b...ed to yourself.”She nodded.MoreLess
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