he looked and he was determined.
Moving up against her, he snarled. “C’mon, Major. Cut the bullshit. We both know what we want. Admit it. I can feel your heart speeding up!”
Before she could push him away, he landed on top of her and began to kiss her.
A boiling caldron of fury rose up in Jesse, filling every muscle with blazing heat. With a mighty twist she freed herself and rolled to the floor. Catching herself, she stumbled toward the door. Elliott shouted in surprise and lurched after her, snaring her arm as she went by. As he attempted to throw her back on the couch, Jesse wound up and slammed her fist in his face—hard. The blow knocked him against the end table with a crash. When he rose to his feet cursing and yelling she didn’t have to see the blood to know that his nose was likely broken. She’d heard and felt the muffled crunch. His split lip was a pleasant surprise, though. She grunted. Two for one, a lucky punch.
Jesse stepped back, shaking with rage.
“You goddamned son of a bitch! How dare you?! Apparently you forgot who I really am, Colonel. In addition to being a Major in the United States Army and a member of your team, you are my superior officer and you are seriously, grossly , out of line.”
She grabbed her shoes and purse and marched to the door.
His angry threat stopped her.
“Goddamn you, Jesse O’Donnell. You are going to be one sorry cunt.”
Swiping at his face with the back of his hand, he punched a buzzer on the edge of the table and faced her. His face was white with fury which made the blood oozing from his mouth and nose more stark.
“Don’t think you are going to get away with coming on to me like this. Shame on you, Major.”
Jesse stepped back, stunned. Only then did she see the Colonel’s aide, PFC Kolmar, standing in the doorway. Too late she realized that Elliott had summoned him with the buzzer.
Elliott whirled on her, his voice shaking with indignation. “Major, you are a shame to your rank, to your team and to your country. I’m going to run you of out of this man’s army if it is the last thing I do. The Army is no place for oversexed sluts.”
Making an obvious effort to control himself, Elliott turned to the wide-eyed young man hovering in the doorway.
“Private Kolmar, please show Major O’Donnell out. She clearly has had too much to drink and has behaved disgracefully.”
When the pale-faced private approached her, Jesse held up her hand. She was surprised and grateful that she sounded calm, rational.
“Thank you, Private. That won’t be necessary. I can see myself out.”
Jesse walked out the door with her shoes in her hand and her head held high, knowing that she had been had by a consummate predator.
~~~
Leaning against the elevator wall, Jesse slammed her eyes shut trying to erase the reality of the situation. But it didn’t work. She had just slugged her commanding officer—in the face. She might even have broken his nose. She chided herself. For God’s sake, why didn’t she hit him in the gut or kick him in the balls? Somewhere that would hurt like hell but not leave visible marks. But, no. She had to go for the asshole’s face.
Remembering the blood spurting from the Colonel’s nose and his enraged threat, Jesse groaned. Even though their mission had been an unqualified success and brought an international illegal arms enterprise to its knees, it was likely career ending for her.
Chapter 5
“The General is ready for you, Ma’am.”
The young soldier stood and saluted her. He looked straight ahead not meeting her eyes. The pit in Jesse’s stomach dropped several more floors. Corporal Sanchez was the General’s guard dog. He knew the crusty officer’s moods as well as anyone. The serious expression on Sanchez’s face didn’t bode well for Jesse.
“Thank you, Corporal Sanchez.”
Jesse tapped on the door. A brusque voice welcomed her.
“Come in, Major O’Donnell.”
Jesse stood in the doorway watching General