Between the Sheets
Chapter One
B.C. (Before Catastrophe)
December 5
The call girl's naked thigh made a sucking sound on the limousine's
black leather upholstery as she scooted her miniskirted bottom
closer to President-Elect Ferguson. "You're a lot handsomer in
person than you are on TV," she purred.
Oh, give me a break, thought Special Agent Allen Gromstedt as he
peered in the limo's rear-view mirror and saw the brunette press a
silicone-stuffed breast against the gray-haired man's arm. With his
huge honker and flabby jowls, Ferguson was about as handsome as a
scabbed knee.
Gromstedt turned his attention back to the traffic on St. Charles
Avenue and tried to ignore the couple in the rear of the limo, but
their presence was inescapable. The hothouse scent of the woman's
perfume wended its way through the lowered partition to the front
seat. It was expensive perfume, not the drugstore stuff like
Gromstedt's wife wore. Hell, it ought to be expensive, he thought as
he steered around a double-parked utility truck. For three hundred
dollars an hour, she ought to smell like gold bullion. ... read full excerpt from: Between the Sheets ebook
