Hate F*@k: The Complete Story by Ainsley Booth

Author:Ainsley Booth [Booth, Ainsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: Ainsley Booth
Published: 2015-08-16T16:00:00+00:00

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Ellie is setting a tray of fruit in the middle of the conference table when I arrive.

“Seriously?” It’s a good job I scarfed an Egg McMuffin on my way in.

“There are bran muffins, too.” She points to the side table where a coffee carafe and the world’s tiniest muffins sit pertly on a plate.

“We’re not girls.”

She rolls her eyes as she walks past me, which I wouldn’t catch except she whirls around. “Speaking of girls, you smell like one.”

“Shut up.”

“That’s rude, boss. I’m guessing you don’t own vanilla body wash.”

Fuck my life. “Sure don’t.”

“I’m guessing Hailey does.”

“You know, my private life could be left as private, and that would be totally fine.”

She wrinkles her nose as she taps her chin, faux-thinking about that for a second. “Probably the wrong place to work for that strategy.”

“Get out.” She laughs as she heads for the door. “And come back with bacon.”

“I like her!” she hollers as she hits the stairs, heading back to her desk.

That makes two of us.

Right on cue, Jason appears. “I see you didn’t take my advice.”

“I don’t remember hearing anything other than ‘sleep on it’. I did that. I want to go to Miami.”

He gives me a look of genuine surprise. “Oh?”

“And meet with the local FBI there.”

“Oh.” He shakes his head. “PRISM is concerned the Feds won’t move quickly enough.”

“Meet with, and help them find what they need quickly. Maybe in a way that forces their hand.”

“I like the sound of that better.” He leans over the table. “Melon. Yum. Let’s see what Wilson says.”

“About what?” Our ninja hacker strolls in just as he hears his name. He’s wearing yesterday’s t-shirt and jeans and his hair is standing on end—I’m guessing he never left last night. The lack of sleep has clearly futzed with his testosterone levels because he too gets excited about the melon, grabbing three pieces before he flops into a chair. “Nice fruit tray. Good idea.”

“Never mind about the damn fruit. We need something to shut down Lively this weekend. Before Morgan Reid goes there. Before…” I sigh. No, that’s not right. “Or maybe at the same time. Jesus. Maybe I need to step away from this, I’m not objective anymore.”

“Finally. I’m glad you see that.” Jason grabs a strawberry and points it at me. “Now we can use that power for good instead of evil.”

“I’m not following.” I scowl at him before turning to pour myself a cup of coffee and grab a teensy-ass muffin. I start pacing back and forth as I consume both. “I don’t have enough distance from this to make the hard decisions.”

“Or maybe you’ve finally found something to believe in and now you can fight for what you feel is right.” Jason and I both swivel our heads to look at Wilson, who yawns. “What? Aren’t we the good guys, deep down inside?”

I’m really not sure anymore.

“Listen,” Wilson says, scrubbing his hand through his hair. “I know I’m the last person in the world to talk about

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