FRENCHY II : Having a Blast by Olney George

FRENCHY II : Having a Blast by Olney George

Author:Olney, George [Olney, George]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-04-08T04:00:00+00:00


Not quite at the same time but close, Alesos left his office, accompanied by the requisite muscle/new personal assistant, Boraz by name. After such a successful meeting, Alesos felt a relaxing stroll was warranted. "I feel we're well on the way to recovery," Alesos proclaimed as he walked, "despite some highly unwarranted setbacks. Relocating our operations to the source of our product was a stroke of genius on my part."

"Yeah, boss." Boraz, definitely not in the genius category himself, wasn't too sure of the business angle or efficiency, but he was smart enough to come up with the right answer to a non-question.

"In fact..." Right about then, Alesos caught sight of the little redhead headed his way and recognized just who she was. "Shit!"

The woman from his office back on Seelah! She mustn't see him! Instinct said it was time to get out of sight and Alesos knew instinct was right. He dived into the first doorway he saw.

"Boss! Uh..." Boraz wasn't all that bright and he wasn't sure of why Alesos ran off, but he knew enough to know jumping into the women's public restroom just wasn't done by a guy.

There were a few moments of silence, during which Dallas strolled casually past, then all hell broke loose behind the static field. Feminine squeals and yells of anger were followed by the sound of heavy thumps and sharp blows. Alesos came tumbling back out of the restroom to land at Boraz's feet, a good bit worse for wear. Tribal women were sleek and catlike, but they were also just as physically combative as their male counterparts.

As Boraz looked down at the crumpled figure of his boss at his feet, two tribal women stalked out, snarled at the men, said a few pungent words, then marched off, noses in the air.

Despite showing the signs of highly unsuccessful battle, Alesos staggered to his feet and glared around him. Fixing said glare at the casually retreating - if attractive - back of Dallas, he snarled, "We've got to get rid of that bitch!

"Back to the office!" he continued, breaking into a run. "Call Baltan! Tell the bastard we have his first capture right here and waiting for him to gather her up!"



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