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Blurb.
Having a relationship
with your boss is never easy, especially when it involves kink. Jamie might
need to salute Eva and call her Ma'am at work, but when it's just the two of
them, he is Master to his puss.
They are determined to
make their unusual situation work, but, first they have to solve the case of
the shady next door neighbors.
Here is the excerpt...sizzle alert!
Why the hell did she look
familiar? Jamie scratched the ears of Russ, and searched his brain. He'd seen
her before, he was sure of it, but for the life of him couldn't think where. He
hoped to god it wasn't somewhere that could jeopardize this job.
The voluptuous woman standing
in front of him was, he judged, in her early to mid forties, so around ten or
twelve years older than him, with a body he itched to taste. Those curves were
made for him to touch and hold and…whoa,
hold it there. She's not one of the subbies who want a little bit of pain,
nipple clamps, a nice crop mark over their ass, and a butt plug. She's just
someone on this postal round that may or may not know something to help me.
More's the pity. He coughed to regain her attention.
"Bad news?"
"What?" The
woman—Eva—looked up from the paper in her hand with a peculiar smile on her
face. "Oh no just the opposite. Am I last on your route like normal?"
He nodded. "Well you're
last on my route anyway."
"Good, then you can come
in and tell me all about it." She unlocked the door and preceded him into
the kitchen. "Russ can come in as well. I can't be doing with chasing
after him again. Although he has a well honed sense of preservation, and after
the first kick up the jacksie the asshole, sorry my neighbor gave him, he only
heads off in that direction when their car has gone down the lane."
Jamie shut the door behind
them. Even though the day passed as warm for Scotland, there was enough
humidity to make the midges a pain in the ass. A pain everywhere in all
honesty. He scratched a bite and made a mental note to put repellant in the van
the next day.
"Here." Eva handed
him a small bottle. "Antihistamine. It'll stop you itching. At this time
of year the midges are horrendous. Lovely long evenings that I admire from
behind glass, and watch clouds of the buggers trying to get in. Remember,
repellent is your best friend on this route." She picked up the kettle and
turned on the tap.
Jamie laughed. "Yes, Ma'am."
Eva spun round from the sink,
unheeding of the water that spilled over her hands and dripped onto the floor.
"Why did you call me Ma’am?"
Now he was confused.
"Well, you sounded bossy. Sorry, I thought you'd get the joke. You know
Ma’am, in charge sort of thing. I'm sorry if it upset you." Shit, I hope she's not one of those touchy
feminist types.
"Not at all. I just wondered why
Ma’am." She turned back to the sink, switched the tap off and then the
kettle on before mopping the floor. Only then did she swivel around to face him
again. "And yes, Sergeant, you can call me Ma’am, if you want to.
Otherwise, here, Eva will be fine."
He knew fine well his jaw
dropped. She'd made him? How the fuck?
Eva smiled at him.
"Sorry Sergeant." She waved the letter he'd brought, and she'd signed
for. "It doesn't matter how often I tell them that post to this neck of
the woods takes longer than in the city, do they ever listen?" she
asked—rhetorically he assumed. "Oh no," she went on. "They post
this at some stupid hour of the night and expect me to get it the day after.
Not only that some penny pinching asshat put a second class stamp on it. So,
Sergeant James Swinton, from a different area of the force, How about telling
me what you've found out."
He shut his mouth, and
swallowed heavily. "Ah. Oh bollocks, am I deep in the shit?"
"Ah, indeed." Eva
reached into a drawer and took out small leather wallet. "And no, not at
all, unless you think you should be for not recognizing me." She went
bright red. "Although I've only had brief contact with you. I…er…taught a
session when you were on a training course last year." She, handed him the
wallet, and he saw what was inside.
A warrant card with her photo
on and stating she was a Chief Inspector in the Scottish Police force. Okay,
he'd buy that, even though it was the biggest cock deflator since Sadie Stewart
laughed at his attempt to find her clit. Mind you he was only a teenager at the
time, and his aim and attention to the female body had improved considerably
since then.
"Ma’am." He snapped
to attention and she laughed.
"I'm allegedly on
holiday, and you're allegedly a postie, so we can cut the formalities I reckon.
Time enough to get out the tags and labels when we have to. You're a long way
from home, why did they choose you?"
Why did he think she was deliberately changing
the subject? Oh she'd taught him, he didn't disbelieve that, but there was
something else, he'd stake his pension on it. Now he thought about it, he
couldn't believe he'd missed the connection. However this luscious woman with,
he reckoned, braless breasts covered in a soft lawn gypsy style blouse, teamed
with a long almost see through maxi skirt was nothing like the stern-faced
woman in uniform that had addressed his class. Only the eyes were the same. A
deep glittering blue-green that reminded him of the Caribbean Sea. As he stared
into her eyes, a dim memory teased him. Where else had he seen eyes that
beautiful color?
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