Chapter 4

Carmen was patient and always took her time when it came to job. That was a gospel truth. But once she would decide how to proceed, she would act like a tank, like a caterpillar, and nobody would be able to stop her. Shane figured out how determined and professionally aggressive Carmen could be just a couple of weeks after their first meeting.

During the previous days, she and Carmen had had several occasions to meet and talk about many different things. Nothing had happened between the two of them, but still there was that undeniable chemistry, that electricity, that spark, and none of them could do anything to avoid it or stop it. It was something ancestral and somehow fated.

And Shane hadn’t deployed all of her seductive weapons, yet. Surely there was Maj. Charm, one of her best allies, but definitely the most insubordinate one. Maj. Charm acted all the time, whatever Shane was doing and whoever she was interacting with. Shane was totally unable to stop him.

Maj. Charm was a true rebel and Carmen was somehow undergoing his very aggressive attacks.

Maj. Charm was everywhere – he was in Shane’s deep green eyes that barely hid desire and sensuality, in Shane’s movements and gestures, in the way Shane moved her hands, in Shane’s smell, in Shane’s dark, wolfish voice -, he really was everywhere and Carmen felt like she had being attacked by foot soldiers and kamikazes from the McCutcheon’s militia, all the time.

For the time being, Carmen’s Lieutenant Sex Appeal was doing his best to avoid Maj. Charm’s ambushes, but it was a clash of titans and sometimes, when Carmen finally would close her eyes and force herself to sleep, she found herself sighing in exhaustion. The reason was simple: handling Shane McCutcheon wasn’t as easy as it seemed.

One night, after long hours of make-up sex with Melissa – and make-up sex with Mel was something that happened very often, recently – Carmen’s mind had enlightened abruptly.

She and Shane had talked and discussed and almost argued for days about a testimonial for DEW, and they seemed unable to find a common ground on the subject. That night, naked in her bed, her hair in a mess and her cheeks still reddened, Carmen had had an idea. She had smiled in the dark and not for a second she had wondered why she was thinking about Shane McCutcheon while her long-time girlfriend was silently snoring by her side.