by Judy Jarvie
Table of Contents
Legal Page
Title Page
Book Description
Dedication
Trademarks Acknowledgement
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
New Excerpt
About the Author
Publisher Page
Spying with Sir
ISBN # 978-1-78651-080-8
©Copyright Judy Jarvie 2016
Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright August 2016
Edited by Sue Meadows
Totally Bound Publishing
This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.
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Published in 2016 by Totally Bound Publishing, Newland House, The Point, Weaver Road, Lincoln, LN6 3QN
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Warning:
This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 2.
Sassy with Sir
SPYING WITH SIR
Judy Jarvie
Book two in the Sassy with Sir series
Black ops with benefits, spy cop secrets and criminal attraction. An agent finds his kink match on a sizzling Santorini stakeout.
TV news reporter Kate Joseph is assigned to go to Santorini with her hot new boss Dan Draven. But the job’s thorny truths soon emerge—Dan’s an undercover FBI Interpol agent working on his career case. And Kate’s key to infiltrating the perpetrator’s network. Shame the only one who’s been kept in the dark is her.
Kate’s soon embroiled in a world where quick fire bullets rival the rapid fire chemistry and banter she shares with hot top cop hunk Dan. The tension mounts as the body count rises and lives are on the line when the mission develops glaring issues. Doesn’t help that the Interpol team are going more stir crazy with every passing hour.
Will Kate and Dan fight their shockingly revealed kink link? Can Dan risk ignoring his back-off mantras when he’s been burned in the line of duty before? Will they grasp burning attraction on this rocky road to cracking a precarious international crime case? Hot Greek nights and crazy chemistry guaranteed.
Dedication
In loving memory of my dear amigo Elaine D. Sadly missed.
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
iPod: Apple, Inc.
Zumba: Zumba Fitness LLC
Magic Mike: Warner Bros. Pictures
Spock: CBS/Paramount Pictures
Game of Thrones: Home Box Office Inc.
iPad: Apple, Inc.
iPhone: Apple, Inc.
KY Jelly: Reckitt Benckiser
Pretty Woman: Buena Vista Pictures
Pret a Manger: Bridgepoint
Primark: Associated British Foods
Superman: DC Comics, Inc.
eBay: eBay Inc.
Barbie: Mattel, Inc.
Harrods: Qatar Holdings
Jacuzzi: Apollo Management
Band-Aids: Johnson & Johnson
Lolita: Vladimir Nabokov
Chronicles of Narnia: C.S. Lewis
CSI: King World Productions
Hawaii Five-0: CBS Television Distribution
Robocop: Columbia Pictures
Wal-Mart: Wal-Mart Stores, Inc.
The Muppet Movie: Associated Film Distribution
Kung Fu Panda: Paramount Pictures
Circle of Life: Elton John, Tim Rice
The Lion King: Buena Vista Pictures
Wile e Coyote: Warner Bros, Vitagraph Studios
Roseberry: Bobbi Brown Cosmetics
Mission Impossible: Paramount Pictures
Apple Store: Apple, Inc.
Iron Man: Marvel Worldwide Inc.
Bridget Jones: Universal Pictures
Wallace and Gromit: Aardman Animations, Ltd.
University Challenge: British Broadcasting Corporation
PowerPoint: Microsoft Corporation
National Theatre: Royal National Theatre of Great Britain
Li-lo: Li-lo Company
Day-Glo: Day-Glo Color Corp.
Lego: The Lego Group
Botox: Allergan, plc
Xanadu: Universal Studios
Dior: Christian Dior SE
Cirque du Soleil: Cirque du Soleil
Tarzan: Edgar Rice Burroughs
Ken: Mattel, Inc.
Snow White: Walt Disney Studios
YouTube: YouTube LLC
Lycra: Invista
SIG: SIG Sauer GmbH
Spiderman: Marvel Worldwide Inc.
Hong Kong Phooey: Hanna-Barbera Productions
Technicolor: Technicolor, Inc.
Don’t Stand So Close to Me: Sting
Uptown Funk: Jeff Bhasker, Philip Lawrence, Bruno Mars, Mark Ronson, Nicholas Williams, Devon Gallaspy, Lonnie Simmons, The Gap Band, Rudolph Taylor
Silent Witness: British Broadcasting Corporation
Miss Marple: British Broadcasting Corporation
Murder She Wrote: NBC Universal Domestic Television Distribution
Jägerbomb: Mast-Jägermeister SE
Argos: Home Retail Group
The Bodyguard: Warner Bros. Entertainment
Ben & Jerry’s: Ben & Jerry’s Homemade Holdings Inc.
Minion: Universal Pictures
Mensa: Mensa International
Die Hard: 20th Century Fox
Dancing in the Dark: Bruce Springsteen
Kryptonite: DC Comics, Inc.
Batman: DC Comics, Inc.
James Bond: Ian Fleming, Eon Productions
Stormtroopers: Lucasfilm, The Walt Disney Company
“Here’s Johnny”: Stephen King, Warner Bros. Entertainment Inc.
Yoda: Lucasfilm, The Walt Disney Company
Bashful, the Seven Dwarves: The Walt Disney Company
Bambi: The Walt Disney Company
Darth Vader: Lucasfilm, The Walt Disney Company
Orphan Annie: Tribune Media Company
Oscar: Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences
Freddy Krueger: Wes Craven, New Line Cinema
Agent Provocateur: 3i Group plc
Clark Kent: DC Comics, Inc.
Chewie: Lucasfilm, The Walt Disney Company
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bsp; Han Solo: Lucasfilm, The Walt Disney Company
Prologue
I open the front door and a packet skates across the floor, grabbing my attention.
I’m not expecting mail, plus I’m a TV news reporter with colleagues who’ve had fan porn by post. I’ve long occupied the junction between Suspicious Street and Cautious Close, but I eagerly tear the wrapper, while prying off my gym trainers and abandoning my work bag in a heap.
So I’m disappointed when it’s just a book with a mysterious, shadowy cover. But a note reveals it’s from Izzy, who I haven’t seen in way too long.
How are you, Princess Kate? Doing okay?
I finally wrote my book—I figured since you were the one who encouraged my writing I’d send you a copy (bestseller, crazy huh?) It’s probably not your thing—twenty chapters of smut, swearing and full-on sweaty sex. Sex toys and bondage too. Don’t feel you have to read it. I hope you might, as you inspired some of the wildest bits.
I want to take you to dinner as thanks. We’ll go out after and have a riot with Sambucas. Know how mad you get on those—clear the dance floor for badass dancing.
My hero inspiration is my fiancé—Will’s a policeman (Scotland Yard) and ex-Spurs striker. Think you’ll like him, despite his job and dodgy football origins. I’m Head of English now, too. Life’s busy.
So what’s new with you—still top telly totty burning the candle at both ends? I’m crossing fingers you haven’t seen Bastard? I also need an update on how things went with the Biker Sex Beast. Still his sex slave on the side? Thanks for giving me the writing push and please get in touch soon. Much Love, Izzy. Happier than ever before.
I smile because I’m stoked for Izzy, truly—she deserves great breaks. I breathe deep as my eyes linger on what’s new.
Izzy’s raunchy book resonates with recent issues. When I finally embrace my secret bedroom cravings, the guy I want turns cold. And guilty secrets are stacking up here. A girl can have too many shocks in her attic, surely? To think I’d made it through a day without thinking once about how stupid I’ve been. Until now.
My stomach rolls as I head upstairs to shower. But nothing can wipe my mistakes clean. Because when you get past my buttoned-up cover, I’m Kate, the girl with too many censored secrets. Dark surprises are my specialty—followed by let-downs and a pulverized heart.
Chapter One
Kate
This is how a maestro must feel—the tap of a baton will herald true magic. Only in this case, it’s my finger on my iPod’s high-energy track.
There’s humming anticipation in the meeting room that serves as our basement gym. Participants for my lunchtime Manic Mambo class are eager as busy beavers at a wood-chewing convention. I’m just as keen to get started.
“Are you ready to work it?”
An approving chorus greets me. Shaking their bodies to the music in the new Human Resources initiative to get workers active during lunch breaks has brought a following of diehard fans. Diehard, as in crazy.
“We’re ready to shake, shake, shake it!” Cleaning lady Janice Cleary makes a tropical bird call while sporting rainbow fitness gear and flashing sweatbands.
She makes my regular ensemble of gunmetal Capris, black vest and chestnut ponytailed hair look tame. I’m serious about my endorphin-seeking sessions and draw the line at fairground workout attire.
“Thanks, Jan. We’re going to work hard, but I want smiles, energy. If holding squats feels too much, don’t push. I don’t fancy paramedics joining us—as much as I love a man in uniform.”
There are whoops just as the door swings back. A hush descends as a newcomer arrives and a sexy spotlight’s flipped on—it’s the Big Boss.
And this one has youth and looks as security. Plus a bankable portfolio of hotness bonds.
Dan Draven surveys the room like a proud, Arab stallion in an arena of jostling seaside donkeys. Heralding him as the channel’s Adonis, the female staff have been on estrogen overdrive since his recent arrival.
As yet, he’s an unknown quantity at Your News Today Channel, though the gossip mill’s spilled that he’s tasked with streamlining.
“Good afternoon.” My newly flown-in, New Yorker new boss watches me. With serious, glittering gray eyes.
My heartbeat goes crazy, and why exactly are my palms damp?
“Good afternoon, come in. I’m Kate, I teach the class,” I say, inviting him in. Though a gremlin in my head yells at him to get lost and never return.
Over six feet tall and clearly primed by fitness, he’s wearing black combat shorts that display well-honed legs. His silky-smooth running shirt hugs a gladiator’s body. But the real killer is his ability to breeze in with alpha attitude.
Right now I’m reeling at the realization that, as an intro to the company, he intends to shimmy and shake.
“Sorry I’m late. My meeting ran over. I like to support valuable initiatives.” Even his outfit oozes whispered roar. As do muscles in second-skin fabric.
“Great. We’re just about to start.”
I summon calm. He needn’t know my pulse is playing maracas to a mariachi tune. I’m a seasoned TV reporter. I’ve done mambo and salsa instruction for fun for years. So why does the thought of Latino dancing for the new boss in my tightest clothes faze me like a schoolgirl before a big exam? Little wonder when Dan Draven is sexier than one-hundred percent proof bottled sin.
He smiles. “I didn’t want to miss out.”
“Don’t worry if you can’t keep up. Everyone finds it challenging the first time they try to follow routines.”
“I couldn’t walk for four days, and almost fainted,” says Janice to hoots of laughter. “I still get dizzy when she does double high kicks to Katy Perry, and the Bruno Mars number is a complete no go.”
“I’ve done Zumba,” Draven answers softly. The admission warrants a wolf whistle from the crowd. “I like to mix up my workouts. Helps with cardio.”
“Maybe you should be up here?” I challenge.
Dan’s eyebrow lifts. “Maybe you’d rather I don’t stay?”
“Stay!” begs Janice. “As long as I can appreciate that view. Better than Magic Mike in 3D!” The awkwardness is dispelled as my group members giggle.
There’s more to this guy than spreadsheets, redundancy worries, and parents who own polo teams and racecourses.
But I put my hands on my hips and raise my chin. “Everyone ready?” I hit play. The music lifts me into the workout zone. I let the euphoric beats feed my energy. Soon, I’m wired and ready to let it go. I’ll push this class, since this is my chance to target hot, handsome rich boys with too much power and slick moves.
I quicken the salsa march then turn it into fast-paced squats.
“Gimme all you’ve got—bring on the awesome.”
* * * *
“Kate! You haven’t listened to a word. You’re in a distant galaxy, far away… Come in, Spock!”
I peer over the top of my mug. I’ve been pretending to read my newspaper. But my brain wasn’t tuning in, not even when Mel incorrectly meshed fantasy worlds.
Blame low blood sugar. Blame a man’s taut muscles that matched my moves all the way through the hardest routine of the month. So I’ve been replaying a hot body. The guy who mastered merengue as easily as he’d trumped me with his street-style body slides.
Bastard.
He’d moved as if he’d read the instructor crib sheets for classes. Now Dan Draven’s borrowed the newsroom’s conference room opposite my desk. Refurbishments to the rooftop floor suite are ongoing. I’ve resisted glances through the glass wall during his smart-board cabaret, but it’s taken work.
Has he been sent to fry my patience?
Drooling on the desk isn’t good protocol. This guy even has Mel Scott, my News Editor, running scared.
“Sorry. Miles away,” I confess to Mel. “Tell me again.” I press my temples, trying to press-gang my brain.
“You and the rest of the female contingent.” Mel nods toward the mee
ting room. “Scrambles a girl’s transmission, doesn’t he?”
I shrug away the lapse. “I’m in need of a sugar fix.”
“Show me candy better than his and I’ll buy boxes.” Mel tiger-growls and flexes her fingernails. She’s just had three babies in quick succession, and privately confided that her cute, devoted husband Gav was hinting at number four. It’s only a matter of time before she’s eating Edam and raisin sandwiches again.
I hide my grin. “Don’t let Gav catch you coveting the boss. He’ll ravish you before you’re ready for another belly bump.”
Mel answers, “If Draven is going to cause this much inattention, I’ll insist he camps in the basement with a bag on his head. I’ve a news show to air—I need staff attentive. Ready to take details? Your next job’s foreign travel—lucky you!”
“Really, how come? Where?”
“Santorini, Greece, tonight. There’s an ex-London couple who’ve an online dating service gone global. Their boutique honeymoon hotel is a sensation—a fun filler piece. Rich Redman is an ex-marine whose actress wife made millions with her online dating club.” Mel smiles slowly at me—like a python sliding my way, intending to encircle, then crush and overcome.
I stare at her, then blink twice. Mel may be a good friend outside work, but it doesn’t mean I can’t tell when there’s skullduggery in her back pocket. “Why are you sending me on a whimsy story? I’m your urban commando reporter. I never do fluff—you’d never stoop to sending me on fluff. So why is there more damned fluff on this story than a stair carpet at the mad cat lady’s house party?”
I know my protests won’t make a stuff of difference. On this, I’m fucked. She has that look.
Mel’s blue gaze glitters. “It’s not down to me. There are higher forces involved. Draven wants in at ground level. He’s your job buddy.”
I stare in a combo of shock and horror. “Big Boss? He’s getting his own way already? You have to be kidding me.”