To Alicia’s Dismay

I didn’t want to join my sister and her friends for a night of fun, but it was my birthday and I didn’t want to be alone. To Alicia’s dismay I hadn’t discarded my wedding band. My husband died while on assignment in Syria, his life taken by an assassin’s blade. Three months later I was discharged from the army on compassionate grounds.

My new line of work pays well, but it comes at a price. Keeping fit is a necessity; I swim, work out in my gym five days each week and jog around the grounds of my new home, accompanied by a tiny Podenco named Peaches, a JRT named Jo-Bo and Betty-Boo who is a four-way cross between a Podenco, Breton Spaniel, Rottweiler and Doberman.

“Anna,” Alicia yelped, her disappointment clear as I scrambled out of my Morgan. “You’re dressed for work not fun. Why didn’t you wear the dress and shoes I bought for your birthday?”

“I love soft supple leather and men are turned on by sexy leather trousers and a Basque.”

I groaned as we entered the bar. The female guests resembled my sister: expensive clothing, in other words, dressed to kill. They were tiny, slender, waif like almost while I was anything but. Nearly six-foot tall, toned and über fit with short spiky platinum blond hair.

Alicia headed towards a screen at the back of the room. Three men stood as we approached.

“Wow,” I thought. “These guys are fit, polite and sexy; a rare combination.”

Finley glanced at me, his expression disbelieving when my sister introduced me to her friends. “This is your little sister! Alicia, she’s an Amazon.”

“Be nice, Finley, my sister’s a widow and all alone on her birthday.” He smirked at my breasts, barely contained by the leather Basque.

Finley cast a chilling glance at me when I murmured, “Generally, a heterosexual man appreciates full firm breasts.” As he led my sister onto the dance floor, I hissed, “This job isn’t worth the effort!” Intent upon leaving, I turned, and collided with an immovable object. Tall, broad shoulders, muscular, and fit. Was I embarrassed when I landed on my bum? You bet! He carried me with little effort to the table.

“Finley, make yourself scarce. We have business to discuss.” As Finley reluctantly returned to the dance floor, Tyler moved close and whispered, “What do you think to my bodyguard and his inane comment?”

I shrugged, smiling as he sought and maintained eye contact. He was the sexiest man I’d met in a long time.

“Tell me about yourself, Anna.”

“I joined the army on my eighteenth birthday. Crack shot, lethal in a sword fight, unbeaten in armed and unarmed combat, but my weapon of choice is an antique dagger.” I laughed when he lightly touched the leather sheath.

His eyes lingered on Finley and Alicia as he chatted about the job. “Your sister isn’t aware of your new line of work, is she?”

“She knows as much about my line of work, as she knows about yours.”

His laughter was unexpected. “You are an excellent judge of character. Not what I expected. Your sister has poor taste in men. I assume you are aware that my bodyguard and Alicia are lovers. She’s foolish, Anna, Finley has many lovers: male and female. Name your price.” He glanced at the slip of paper then slid an envelope into my bag. “Half up front, remainder on completion. Finish the job, tonight.”

Finley smirked when I joined Alicia on the dance floor, but the smug smile vanished as his friends gathered around me. Dancing is something in which I excel. I pestered my parents until they agreed to pay for dance classes; finally, I attended a performing arts school. My aspirations to be a dancer ended when I grew eight inches in two years. That’s when I joined the army.

My eyes lingered on Finley. When he made and held eye contact, I pulled back the black leather coat revealing a soft leather sheath strapped to my thigh. His face paled when I slid the slender blade from her sheath. Just a glimpse was enough.

While watching his boss, Finley skirted around the vast room and slid, unseen, through the rear exit. No one noticed when I followed just a few seconds later.

“Like the dress,” Tyler murmured when I returned to the bar and ordered a Vodka tonic. An envelope dropped into my bag. “Tell me, Anna, do you mix business with pleasure?”

“Not usually, but I’m willing to make an exception in your case.”

Alicia pouted when her boss took me into his arms and whispered, “Dance with me.”

The jealous expression made my day.

Published by llamamemeg

I love creating stories; in many ways since I returned to the UK in 2015, it has taken over my life. Until recently, I ran a blog covering my journey through research through writing/editing/publishing my first novel but I discovered that one my somewhat unusual short stories had been "plagarised", I deleted all the content and closed the blog. Something I now regret but regrets are pointless. I recently changed the Eldern Journals from three full length novels to six shorter novels. The books have been extensively revised and I have compiled a book of short stories, title: How Bizarre. Hopefully, when I manage to sus out how to publish my books on KDP, the books should be published before the end of 2022. Getting back into writing articles on my website may take a little longer as it has been so long since I last visited the site. TTFN, for now.

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