PLAYING THE ODDS

EIGHTEEN

Melinda flinged her jumpsuit on the bed. She was in that moment when she was having a last minute change of mind. "I could use some training today." She told herself as she frowned at the black-striped white cotton jumpsuit and platform heels begging to be worn. She moved towards the shutters. The rays of early morning sun called to her, 'rise with the sun.' She really did need to rise. She needed to raise the stakes and up her game, the game she had just started with the man who wanted to end Reynolds. Melinda scoffed. 'That wasn't going to happen.' She assured herself.

She pulled her hair into a high pony tail. "Let's do this." She murmured. In five minutes, she was reaching for the door knob, dressed in a grey tank top and black leggings. As she opened the door, her heart did a black flip.

"Ajax." She gasped. Heat crept to her cheeks like the blood flowing in her veins. She had almost forgotten that her room was opposite Ajax' but that instant, she did remember his office