She’d been having thoughts and ideas, dare she call them premonitions? She thought it was all just her imagination, but now it was making sense. She felt like she had the power to keep Rev from extinguishing if she just opened up, if she just remained true to her feelings instead of running from them constantly.
“Go, Abby,” Alexandra sensed a shade of hesitancy in her. “Find him. He needs you and you him. Go.”
Abby didn’t need any more encouragement. She rushed up the sturdy brick staircase, up past the ramshackle first floor to the second, into the posh and smartly decorated office space. The heart of Ghost Guard operations. Her office was there. So were Morris’s workshop and the conference room. But she only had one place in mind, and she made a straight line down the long hallway to that very spot, to the very door, beyond which she knew he was waiting.
“What do you want?” he asked the second she came in. She paused for a moment, looking at him as he sat in his desk chair, leaning forward and holding his head in his hands as if he was a real person, as if he was a real man with real feelings. He was as real as any other man. He just didn’t have the physical body to prove it. He was, though, fully manifested now. He had been for quite some time despite the drain on him. He didn’t know why he was there, brooding in full form. Maybe he was waiting for her, waiting for this moment.
No words were necessary, so she didn’t speak. She just ran, kicking off her heels and throwing open her arms. He barely had the time to stand and catch her as she literally tossed herself onto him.
“Abby?” he said nervously as she showered him with kisses. “Abby? What are you doing?”
“Shhh,” she held her finger up to his lips and then kissed them. “Don’t talk. Not now.”
He obeyed immediately, following her lead and kissing her lips, cheek, neck. It tickled her but she loved it, loved his touch. It could melt her heart, and did. The ice that had formed over her heart over the last few days. The frost was breaking, and now what was left burned like a fire.
He lifted her effortlessly, carrying her to the velvet lounge chair near the window. As he laid her down gently, he slipped off her jacket then unbuttoned her shirt. She allowed him to strip her bare, and then watched as his clothes magically disappeared.
Naked, impassioned, ripe with lust. Just as Rev was about to consummate their tender moment, just as Abby felt his enormous manhood about to enter her, a terse and shrill electronic alarm interrupted everything.
“Rev! Abby! I need to talk to you! Now!”
Mahoney had hacked into their internal server somehow, using Morris’s network to send a secured message. His face appeared on Rev’s computer screen, and he was livid.
“You can’t just waltz in here and ruin a multi-billion dollar project like that! Do you realize what you’ve done!”
Abby, concealing her bust with her jacket, wouldn’t let Mahoney say another word.
“You son of a bitch, Mahoney! We won’t stand by and let you build a device like that. It wouldn’t be moral.”
“Moral? You want to worry about morals? We’re in a war, here, Abby. A war for the very survival of mankind, and we need every weapon at our disposal.”
“The Controller is not a weapon,” she argued. “It’s pure recklessness!”
“I don’t care what you think! You work for me, not the other way around! I want all of you in the briefing room pronto! We have a lot of things to talk about, and you have a lot to answer for! Get your asses—”
Abby had reached her boiling point, but instead of engaging that madman in an argument that was going nowhere fast, she unplugged the computer. Mahoney’s combative face vanished.
“I guess we’re in trouble,” Rev took that as his cue to continue with what they had started.
“What else is new?” she surrendered to his touch, giving in to her own feelings. She felt herself opening up, not physically but mentally and emotionally. She didn’t concern herself with Rev and his energy level. Alexandra was right, and she knew it. Abby had enough power in her soul for both of them. She also knew, for both of them, there would be no turning back.
Other Titles by J. Joseph Wright
Cemetery Planet
Bitter Cold
Ghost Guard
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