Page 27 of The Soldier

My bank account might not be as enormous as some of these guys, for different reasons, but I never have to work again. And live very happily.

“The business has doubled in the past six months.” Josh leans back in his chair. “Prefer you didn’t.”

I wasn’t surprised to hear that. When he married Cassy Cartright, daughter of Blaze Cartright, lead singer of Sonic Rebel, the famous rock band, we picked up a lot of Hollywood business. Including Bob the dick.

Maybe it was the thought of being back in my tactical gear and knocking off a world leader, or whoever is on the hitlist that day, then returning to work to do private security for some Instagram influencer that was pushing my button.

I plant my usual smile on my face. “Trina would miss me; I better stick around.”

Penny, who sits next to Josh, chuckles. She wouldn’t be laughing if she knew the thoughts running through my head since I left my wild little wolf’s house the other night.

Or how I’d jerked off into my hand so fucking hard I thought my cock was going to explode the next morning. I hadn’t even been able to wait until I got in the shower.

Tell me when you’re ready to be fucked like the wild wolf you are, and I’ll make sure it’s a night you never forget.

She won’t.

I may not know Trina well, but her stubbornness is clear as day. I wrote my mobile number on her whiteboard in the kitchen, and it’s been three days of deafening silence.

But like I say, I never expected her to call.

What is she going to say? “Hey, sorry I passed out on you. Can we pick up where we left off and you tongue my pussy?”

I snort out loud.

“Laughing at your own jokes now, Adams?” Aidan cocks a brow.

I swallow the rest of my water down and let out an audible sigh. “Yup, when the audience sucks, ya gotta yank it yourself, you know?”

I wink at Penny.

“Borderline, Marshall.” Josh shoots me a dark look.

Yeah, it probably was.

Ryder is shaking his head, focusing on his laptop, but I can see the smile he’s hiding.

“Jesus.” Aidan rubs his forehead. “Please tell me we have a job in the Middle East or Timbuck-fucking-tu coming up for this guy.”

I laugh and toss my bottle into the trash can over his head.

It’s a hole in one.

I get a glare in response.

To which I shrug at my awesomeness.

But I need to get serious and let them know how I’m feeling about work right now. So, I glance at Josh and say, “Just give me a boring CEO or something when I’m back stateside ‘kay?”

I have zero patience for a bratty influencer of actress right now. I don’t need to spell it out. I’ve made comments before, and I think Ryder knows it’s not the right gig for me. I can handle Savanah because she’s a friend and his wife. And being newer to her success she’s remained very humble.

Which makes her very likable.

“How much time do I have?” I add as a mix of excitement and reluctance washes through me, knowing I’ll be donning my fatigues once more.

I’m assuming I’ll be leaving the United States for this job. A safe assumption as ninety-five percent of the black ops jobs are.

“Thirty-six hours,” Josh replies after a few taps on his screen. “I’ll send the rest of the information through the secure BHS network to your inbox.”

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