The Price of Being a Spy

Anita tucked the pack of gum back into her bra. She’d be glad when this spying was over and done with. She was sick of pretending to enjoy being pawed by Russell. But it was an end to a means. She didn’t need to pretend to love the ugly jerk. Anita just needed to keep him away from his daughter. So far, her curves were enough to keep him occupied. The wolf was sick, but he thought he hid it well. Sick in the head, that is. Not ill physically.

He liked freaky sex, and he liked it often. Russell didn’t play, but he loved to dominate his lovers. He had to feel in control all the time. Right now, he wanted her with him. By the sound of his gruff voice on the phone. He’d had a bad day. Anita had to pretend she didn’t know that his daughter ran away with the nephew of the Blue Delia Pack’s Alpha. Which for Anita eased her mind. The girl was safe from her father’s schemes. Anita was the one who’d recorded and witnessed Russell’s plans to sell his daughter to a stranger. A s