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Story Summary:In World War II Washington, Miss Della Davis toils on the night shift in the President's typing pool. She likes the quiet as she goes about transcribing sensitive documents into an embarrassingly erotic government code. She also likes a certain Secret Service Agent Jones, who frequents her lonely office with a debonair smile and a sack of hamburgers. But Della wants more. She yearns for intrigue and danger. To be a woman for her country. Agent Jones has one thing on his mind--to make Della forget about her career and yearn only for him. He sets up an elaborate sting. Will she take the bait or are women the smarter sex?Excerpt:As she made her way over to the window, distant footsteps on the marble floor approached from the corridor. After checking her brown hair in the reflection back from the glass, tucking an errant strand back into the chignon, Della peered out at the big summer moon illuminating the White House lawn. Two young marines patrolled the grounds. She watched as Fala, the President’s mischievous little black Scottish terrier, sniffed around the trees, accompanied by Mr. Roosevelt’s Oriental valet.
The footsteps arrived.
Della’s heartbeat quickened. She inhaled deeply as her mouth watered. The greasy aroma of hamburgers wafted sensuously, beckoning the twenty-two year old secretary.
“Hello, Miss Davis.”
Smoothing her wrinkled floral shirtdress, she turned toward Secret Service Agent Ashley Jones. Damn he was a looker in his navy pinstriped suit. Around six feet tall. Blond crew cut. Impossibly blue eyes. Broad shoulders vee-ing down to a trim waist. And single.
“Good evening officer. It appears to be a beautiful night out there. Is it?”
“Hot and muggy. Full moon. Mother’s Day.”
Della loved his deep voice. So masculine and full of testosterone. Whenever he spoke, she smoldered.
She on the other hand, had a meek voice that tended to crack. “It’s not Mother’s Day.”
“Sure it is. First payday of the month. That means the liquor stores are doing a bustling business. Add the full moon and that means trouble.”
“But why the Mother’s Day reference?”
“Copper speak. When the fistfights and robberies and fornication ends, some will be crying for their mommies.”
Della tried not to screw her face up. Not the kind of conversation she was interested in having with such an eligible bachelor. “What’s in the sack?”
“Come closer and you can touch it.”
She blinked her long brown lashes which felt like they had clumped from the mascara she’d brushed on thirteen hours earlier. Miss Davis sashayed her voluptuous body across the tan carpeted floor. Stopping in front of him, very close, she looked up into those dreamy pools of blue that he was ogling her with. She felt his hot breath as he parted his lips, revealing slightly crooked front teeth. A guy with an overbite. Oh they were the best kind of kissers.
Agent Jones grasped her hand, rubbing her wrist with his thumb.
Miss Davis felt weak at the knees.
“Have they posted the transfer list yet?” he asked.
“No,” she lamented.
“Well, everything crossed you’ll get the position you want. But I’m sure going to miss you...”
Della blinked and smiled. “Thanks.” She snatched the paper bag from him and turned, spilling the contents out onto her desk blotter. Eight little bundles wrapped in newsprint tumbled out. Rolling her eyes and smiling demurely, she sensually unwrapped a tiny hamburger with onions and catsup on a roll. The hungry secretary paused to admire and inhale the aroma of the heavenly feast.
“Come on now, don’t be hoggish. I haven’t seen the boss yet.” He teased.
“You’re too late. Mr. Roosevelt is upstairs having cocktails with the Hitchcocks. Done with business for tonight.”
“How do I know you’re not pulling my leg, just so you can gobble all of my burgers?”
She giggled and plopped down in her rolling desk chair, propelling it back far enough to cross her long legs. She glanced up to see Jones enjoying the show.
Della made yum noises as she took tiny bites, savoring the salty greasy meat. The little fried onions had just the right crunch. She made eye contact with Agent Jones as she licked her lips and ran a finger across her bare skin peeking from the square neckline of her summer linen dress.
“Thanks.” She wiped her hands with a pink cotton hankie.
“Have another,” he offered.
“No. I’ve got work to do.” She loaded the remaining hamburgers into the sack and stapled the top shut. To keep her from eating another. She handed it to Agent Jones. “Here you go. I know how much the President appreciates you sneaking these little heart attacks in a sack to him. That diet the doctor has him on makes him mighty cranky. I can’t see as I blame him. I mean, gee, he’s the leader of the free world and some peon doctor is telling him to eat poached skinless chicken and celery sticks.”
“I agree. Poor guy. How come you always pull the late shift?”
“Low girl on the totem pole. Besides, I like working after hours. I can get so much more accomplished. The phone doesn’t ring; the other secretaries aren’t here to gab drivel.”
“Gab drivel?”
“You know how they get. Going on and on about shoes or recipes or men.”
“And you’re not interested in shoes or recipes or men...”
“Exactly. I’m focused on my career. Advancement. I’m serious about serving my country.” She glanced wistfully at the postcard.
He said, “Yeah, there’s a lot of that going around. Just the other day, Rosie the Riveter was in here eating burgers with me. And now she’s been promoted to screwing--”
Fala yelped as if in pain then barked insistently outside the window. Miss Davis and Agent Jones hurried over and peered out. They observed two marines chasing a figure across the lawn.
Agent Jones exited the office and ran outside.
Della pulled her top desk drawer open and removed a pair of scissors. She haphazardly chopped the used carbon paper and crumpled it into the drab green metal waste basket, shoving it way to the bottom, covering it with benign trash.
She snatched the inter-agency envelope and made a beeline for the map room. Before she could reach the hallway, a sharp pain hit her in the back. Della froze. She turned her head. No one was in the room. Slowly reaching her right hand over her left shoulder, she felt the sticky liquid. Pulling her hand in front of her face, she screamed at the sight of her own blood.

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