At Your Service (BWWM)

Chapter 6

It was Saturday, meaning the pool party was tonight. I was up by dawn; I had a little thing to do before I went to the mansion.

I opened my laptop, placing it on my lap and logged on. The bed sunk as I sat on it, the brown sheet falling to the floor. I clicked on the command line option and typed in a set of instructions.

This was safer to use than the graphical user interface, the tech geeks at the agency created a safe connection through the command line so, I could contact the agency if needed.

The bureau badge came up. I started to type.

Username: Jovaughn Grizzle

Password: Grizzlythekillerbear54

I know, I know the password was cool. Didn't have to tell me. I doubt any hacker could crack that, it was so original and unique.

The programmer himself had a hard time believing that was what I had as my password. I ended up giving him a concussion after he laughed at my choice saying it was something an elementary child would make up. The grand thing was that he had a temporary memory loss, forgetting my password, so he didn't remember what happened. He believed he "fell", tripping over a paperweight that fell on the floor.

Who knew hitting someone with a stapler could cause memory loss? Go figure.

The loading sign came up and soon I was greeted by a big butt. I watched the screen as the director's secretary bent over the table reaching for a paper.

I would have been turned on if it wasn't for the fact that I hated her guts.

"Nice view Quaci, I can see the defects of your ass from here," I said startling her.

She shifted around, her black hair was in a neat bun, her cold, dark eyes glared at me and she straightened her grey suit.

"Well, I'm surprised. How can you see other's deformities but, missed the one called your face?" she shot back.

"Ostrich," I said disgustedly.

"Wild animal," she replied. "And my name is Astrish."

"Wild yes. Animal, only in bed," I smirked.

She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "What do you want Mr. Grizzle?"

"Firstly, you to brush your teeth, I see something green," I gestured to a space between her canine and incisor. "Yeah right there."

She followed my gesture and I laughed at her.

She dropped her hand and glared at me. "I swear you're twelve years old rather than twenty four!"

I stopped laughing and stared at her red face. "Oh, I'm sorry... not. Anyway, I want to speak to the director."

"She's ou-"

"No I'm not," said Lauren as she walked in. She was in a black pantsuit, her blonde hair in a tight ponytail and her bright brown orbs looked me over.

A blush crept on her face. "Mr. Grizzle, have you ever heard of a shirt?"

I looked at myself on the screen; I was shirtless, in black sweatpants and had messy bed hair.

I smirked at her; she was eyeing me seductively while Quaci rolled her eyes and walked away.

Lauren was fifty-something years old, sexy and married but not even her committed eyes could resist this.

"I'm sorry if my sexiness is making you uncomfortable," I smirked.

"It is. Do you mind putting on a shirt?" she asked raising a brow.

I did as she said and pulled on a blue T-shirt. "Okay. I have some news. The Silver Sword gang have made their move."