against his backside, though. Pulling it from his back pocket he shut it off with a flick of his thumb. It was HQ calling. What the hell did they want? To rub salt into his many wounds and insist he run yet more errands today? Running over to thrust the tablet into the waiting hands of a trainer, who was going to be sorely put out to have his whip hand disabled, Kyle made his apologies and sped toward the Hotel, his long legs eating up the distance effortlessly. The one saving grace about visiting HQ was the probability of seeing the delightful Isobelle.
There was a firm rap at her door. Normally Isobelle made them wait, but time was not her friend today.
'Come in, Kyle,' she said, in her most prim and proper English voice.
Kyle, on the other side of the door, nearly rubbed his hands in glee when he heard who had answered. There were two ladies that handled office duties and Isobelle was his favourite by far. She had a bookish look, hair that was always scraped back into the tightest bun, neatly trimmed fingernails and the longest eyelashes he had ever seen. The thing he loved most about Isobelle, though, was the sound of her voice. Thoroughly arousing in English, when she slipped into her native French he wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, slam her against the wall and fuck her silly. From their first meeting, over five years ago, his fingers had itched to release the pins from her hair and tumble it around her face. Alas, he had never been given the opportunity, hard though he had tried. She was also the only person in the whole of Albrecht who refused to call him by his nickname, and damned if that didn't arouse him too. Dianna, on the other hand, was a brassy redhead with a grating cockney accent, the most garish dress sense he had ever seen and was rather too liberal with her perfume. Isobelle excited him as no other women had, and presented a nice little challenge that one day he would overcome.
'You called, Madame?' he drawled in his deep south, American accent.
'Isobelle will do nicely, thank you very much,' she said reprovingly.
Oh, how his fingers itched. 'Yes, Ma'am.' He grinned.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but the look was wasted as he wasn't paying attention. He had his nose in the air and appeared to be sniffing out prey. When his attention finally returned to her she gave him a pained look. What on earth was he doing?
'Did you know that your coffee beans have passed through a set of intestines? An Asian Palm Civet has fermented the coffee bean with his gastric acid and...'
'Thank you, Kyle. I am well aware of the way my coffee is produced.'
'Yes, Ma'am.'
Isobelle had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 'I need a favour, Kyle.' She drummed her fingers on the desktop thoughtfully. 'Matthews has taken on the Redcliff girl, but there's been a bit of an emergency and we need you to cover for him. Can you go to the training block and tell him to get his ass over here as soon as possible?'
Kyle nearly groaned. She even said ass the English way, making it sound like arse . She was too delicious by far. For her benefit he made a point of looking at his watch.
She knew exactly what he was trying to do, in his none too subtle way. She also took the time to note that his watch had recently been upgraded to a very expensive and flashy Omega model, which might have been worth the money had he been a deep sea diver, but Isobelle suspected he had never test driven a snorkel let alone ventured in the deep dark blue.
'He's not going to be very happy if I cut in now. He'll probably be in the middle of something important.'
Oh, she did so hope not. 'It can't be helped, I'm afraid. Are you free to take over? It really is an emergency.'
So it might be, but Kyle would need danger money to prize a trainee from under Matthews' hands. He'd probably get a fist in his face for his troubles. Still, his middle name was danger and he would have a hold over his temptress if he consented.
'If I do this you owe me
There was a firm rap at her door. Normally Isobelle made them wait, but time was not her friend today.
'Come in, Kyle,' she said, in her most prim and proper English voice.
Kyle, on the other side of the door, nearly rubbed his hands in glee when he heard who had answered. There were two ladies that handled office duties and Isobelle was his favourite by far. She had a bookish look, hair that was always scraped back into the tightest bun, neatly trimmed fingernails and the longest eyelashes he had ever seen. The thing he loved most about Isobelle, though, was the sound of her voice. Thoroughly arousing in English, when she slipped into her native French he wanted to wrap her legs around his waist, slam her against the wall and fuck her silly. From their first meeting, over five years ago, his fingers had itched to release the pins from her hair and tumble it around her face. Alas, he had never been given the opportunity, hard though he had tried. She was also the only person in the whole of Albrecht who refused to call him by his nickname, and damned if that didn't arouse him too. Dianna, on the other hand, was a brassy redhead with a grating cockney accent, the most garish dress sense he had ever seen and was rather too liberal with her perfume. Isobelle excited him as no other women had, and presented a nice little challenge that one day he would overcome.
'You called, Madame?' he drawled in his deep south, American accent.
'Isobelle will do nicely, thank you very much,' she said reprovingly.
Oh, how his fingers itched. 'Yes, Ma'am.' He grinned.
She narrowed her eyes at him, but the look was wasted as he wasn't paying attention. He had his nose in the air and appeared to be sniffing out prey. When his attention finally returned to her she gave him a pained look. What on earth was he doing?
'Did you know that your coffee beans have passed through a set of intestines? An Asian Palm Civet has fermented the coffee bean with his gastric acid and...'
'Thank you, Kyle. I am well aware of the way my coffee is produced.'
'Yes, Ma'am.'
Isobelle had to resist the urge to roll her eyes. 'I need a favour, Kyle.' She drummed her fingers on the desktop thoughtfully. 'Matthews has taken on the Redcliff girl, but there's been a bit of an emergency and we need you to cover for him. Can you go to the training block and tell him to get his ass over here as soon as possible?'
Kyle nearly groaned. She even said ass the English way, making it sound like arse . She was too delicious by far. For her benefit he made a point of looking at his watch.
She knew exactly what he was trying to do, in his none too subtle way. She also took the time to note that his watch had recently been upgraded to a very expensive and flashy Omega model, which might have been worth the money had he been a deep sea diver, but Isobelle suspected he had never test driven a snorkel let alone ventured in the deep dark blue.
'He's not going to be very happy if I cut in now. He'll probably be in the middle of something important.'
Oh, she did so hope not. 'It can't be helped, I'm afraid. Are you free to take over? It really is an emergency.'
So it might be, but Kyle would need danger money to prize a trainee from under Matthews' hands. He'd probably get a fist in his face for his troubles. Still, his middle name was danger and he would have a hold over his temptress if he consented.
'If I do this you owe me
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