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Undercover Lover – Part 30



 Saige went to the restroom and didn’t come back right away. Worried, Brodie and Stan investigate. They find Saige passed out in one of the stalls. Brodie carries her out, but gets reprimanded by the EMT for moving her.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking. Do you smell that?” Brodie asked.


The EMT sniffed. “Yeah. Shit, is that chloroform?”

“Smells like it to me. I kept thinking it smelled like biology class when I walked in,” Brodie told them.


“I need you to step out of the way, sir. Let us take a look.”


They examined Saige carefully. By the time they were done, she started to come around.


“Can you tell us what happened?” One of them asked.


“I’m not sure. I went to the toilet and was at the sink washing my hands. There was one other woman in here. She was tall, not very attractive. I kept thinking it was a guy in drag.


We were chatting, girl stuff, you know. I went to get a towel and all of a sudden she grabbed me from behind and pressed something over my face. She was really strong. That’s all I remember.”


“Did you have anything with you?”


“No. My purse was on the table with the guys.”


“I brought it with me,” Stan said. “I didn’t think I should leave it on the table with none of us there.”


“Well, we can rule out robbery,” the EMT said. “I’ve got to report this as an assault, Miss Ingalls. Can we call anyone for you?”


“No. It’s okay. I’m fine.”

“That settles it,” Brodie said firmly. “You’re spending the night at my place.”

“No, she’s not. I’ll take her home with me,” Suzie said firmly.

“Suzanne,” his tone was dangerous.

“Malcolm,” she matched it. “Can I talk to you one quick second?”

Sighing resignedly, he followed her outside to the alley. Turning to her, he folded his arms, looking down at her.

“You can’t take her home with you.”

“Why, because she’s dating Romy? I’m not going to fuck her, Suzie.”

“That’s precisely the problem, Bro. Think about it, dummy. Which will torture your celibate balls less? Her staying with you, or her staying with me?”

Brodie took roughly a tenth of a second to consider it. “Okay. You win.”

“I thought I presented a convincing argument.”

“When are you ever going to relent and go out with me, Suzie?”

“It’s just your pain asking, Brodie. You don’t want me.”

“How do you know?”

“Because right now you’d do anything with the proper equipment. There’s a bar full of beautiful women. Hit on them, why don’t you?”

He shook his head. “Why won’t you believe that I really want to go out with you?”

“Because I’ve known you since I was five. You know me too well. We’d kill each other in a matter of days,” Suzie replied.

“Have I ever mentioned I hate it when you’re right?”

“Not today. Let’s get back in.”

The EMT was talking to Stan when they walked back in. “She won’t need to go to the hospital. We’ve checked her over and except for a whopping headache, she’s fine.”

“Thanks,” Brodie said. “We appreciate it, gentlemen.”

“Come back when you’re off duty and have dinner on us,” Suzie offered.

“Thanks, that would be great.” One of them replied.

Brodie couldn’t tell them apart even with their names on their shirts. They were both big, buff and male. He had no further interest. Suzie flirted with them both as she walked out with them. Brodie wanted to cry and vomit simultaneously.

Saige sat on the couch in their favorite alcove when Suzie came back with their food.

“Feel like eating?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty hungry,” Saige answered.

“You need to call your mother,” Suzie reminded her. “Or I can if you want me to.”

“If I don’t do it, she’ll freak if I tell her later.” Saige pulled out her cell phone. “I should call Romy too.”

She hit speed dial for her mother. A short, rather hysterical conversation later, she had convinced her mother she was fine and would be spending the night with Suzie.


Undercover Lover – Part 29

Saige and Stan plan to meet Brodie at the restaurant so he can go home to change. While there, they see Stan’s sister, Suzie, who works there as a waitress.

“What’s he laughing at?

“Oh, tell her. Please. Suzie will love this!”

“What will I love?”

“Saige has a new man,” Stan told her. “But before she went to bed with him, Brodie and I both kissed her.”

“I knew you had,” Suzie scolded him. “Right in front of Brodie, no less. So who was the best kisser?” She sat down at the table. She could get away with things like that since her folks owned the place.

“I told Brodie that Romy had an unfair advantage. His kisses led to an avalanche of devastating multiple orgasms.”

“Oh, you didn’t!”

“I swear. You can ask him.”

“That’s the best answer ever! Can I use that?”

“Whenever you can fit it into conversation, be my guest.”

“So, Romy, huh? Oh, he’s so hot his pants are on fire. Is he good?” She leaned toward Saige ready to discuss the night in detail.

“I’m still here, you know,” Stan fussed. “I have ears and I am at the table.”

“I know you are. Shut up, I want details.”

“I’m not giving specific details,” Saige blushed.

“Why not? Oh, you don’t talk about your man?”

“Oh, hell no! I don’t want to make Stan feel inadequate.”

“Thanks, Saige. I’m feeling the love at this table. Yo, Brodie! The girls are gankin’ me.”

“Suzanne, are you and Saige being mean to Stanley?”

“We were discussing her big night in great detail. You missed it,” Suzie teased.

“No they weren’t, they were making me feel bad about my sexual performances to date.”

“Wow. I didn’t think that was possible. Stan is, by his own admission, a love god.”

“Look who’s talking,” Stan pointed at Brodie.

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t made it with either of you, so I’m no fair judge,” Saige giggled, kissing them both.

“Me either,” Suzie laughed. “Well, not with Brodie. Screwing my brother would be sick.”

“We took that as a given, Suzie.” Stan looked embarrassed.

“Was it magic?” Suzie’s eyes glowed.

“Walk me to the ladies’ room and I’ll tell you. I don’t think the guys want to hear.”

“Damn right, I don’t,” Brodie shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “On your way back, would you bring me a Gray Goose? Dirty,” he added as an afterthought.

“Beer for me,” Stan added.

“Thank God,” Brodie rubbed the bridge of his nose. “I don’t need to hear about how amazing another man was in bed. I really hoped it would be me. Fuck, I need a woman.”

“Bro, there’s plenty around.” Stan gestured at the bar in general.

“Yeah. You think Suzie would go out with me?”

“No. Forget it. She’s my kid sister. Do you think I’d let a guy like you date her?”

“Nope. Wouldn’t let me in high school, won’t let me now. She’s a gorgeous woman, Stan. If I don’t snag her, some piece of shit might try.”

“Then Suzie can kill him. She’s not a black belt for nothing, you know. She’d break your arm if you tried anything.”

Suzie came back with their drinks. “Can I get you anything else?”

“Yeah, a woman like you, neat,” Brodie slumped to the table with his head on his arms. “Since that’s not likely to happen, a steak, rare, baked potato with sour cream, butter and fried onions.”

“Stan, your usual barf burger?”

“Yup. Hey, what about Saige? I’m buying her dinner.”

“She’s already ordered. Not to worry, big brother. Brodie, are you okay?”
“No, I’m dying from unrequited love, Suzie. When are you going to go out with me?”

“Never. Let me get your food orders in.” She walked off with a special twitch in her hips that she saved for Brodie.

“She’s gonna crack any day. She will be mine!” Brodie punched the air.

“Right about the time all hell freezes over. What’s up with you? You aren’t usually drinking dirty martinis and hitting on my sister this early in the week.”

Brodie gave him a look that spoke volumes.

“Forget I asked, Bro.”

“What am I doing wrong, Stan?”

“You’re off your game, Bro. Amanda worked you bad. She got to your mind and screwed it so much you can hardly see straight.”

“And then some. I wonder what’s taking Saige so long in the bathroom. Shouldn’t she be back by now?”

“Maybe she’s checking her makeup.”

“And maybe she isn’t.” Brodie stood suddenly, nearly knocking the table over, beckoning to Suzie.

She walked quickly toward him, he met her halfway. “Where’s Saige?”

“I was about to ask you that. Will you help me check and make sure she’s okay? She might be sick or something.”

“Sure, hon. Come on.”

Brodie followed Suzie to the ladies’ room. Tapping on the door, Suzie walked in. There were no other women in there, so he walked in behind her.

“Saige?” Suzie called. “Saige? Check the stalls.”

Brodie ran to the opposite side of the long bathroom. He checked the stalls as Suzie worked her way toward him.

“Here she is!” He lifted Saige in his arms, barely able to back out of the stall, his shoulders brushing the edges.

She was unconscious, sitting on the toilet, fully clothed. Suzie pulled out a cell phone and called 911.

“Is she breathing?”

“Yeah. You smell something?”

“That sick sweet smell? Yeah. That’s not her cologne.”

“No, that’s chloroform.”

“What’s going on?” Stan ran in the bathroom ahead of the paramedics.

“We found her unconscious in the stall,” Brodie answered.

“You shouldn’t have moved her, sir,” the paramedic said as he and his partner laid Saige on the floor.

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – Part 28

Saige has had a little bit of a scare. Thanks to Stan and Brodie, it wasn’t worse. Worried about her safety, the men decide she shouldn’t go home, but stay with one of them since Romy is out of town.  They stop at Kelley’s for dinner and drinks.

 “I’m calling Pete now,” Bill told him politely. “He’s on his way now, Mr. Brodie.”

“Thanks, Bill. We’d better move our cars,” Brodie said.

“I’ll get yours, Miss Ingalls,” Bill said helpfully. He pulled her car directly behind the security booth. It was small enough to be out of the main lanes of traffic.

Brodie and Stan pulled into a couple empty spots nearby as other employees lined up to leave, ogling the police cars with curiosity.

“Nothing to see here, folks,” the police officers said as they directed the traffic.

Pete, the head of building security, was the only man Saige had ever met who was bigger than Brodie, but not by much. He shook Brodie’s hand and spoke to him respectfully. He took Saige’s hand, holding it gently but reassuringly.

“Miss Ingalls, I’m so sorry this happened. I assure you, we are checking the security feeds now to see if we can find out more about the car and driver. You did just the right thing.”

“I was very lucky. I feel bad about hitting that other car, though.”

“We’ll take care of that. Don’t worry,” Pete assured her.

Saige trembled, knees suddenly weak. Brodie lifted her up, setting her on the hood of her car.

“Will you be all right? I’ll see you home.”

“I have to stop and see Romy’s Gran,” she reminded him. “I don’t want to keep you. I’m sure it was an isolated incident.”

“We’ll beef up security down here. I promise you, nothing like this will happen again.”

“Thanks, Pete.”

“I’m glad you’re all right, Saige.” Pete shook her hand again and went back to his office.

Stan took her keys and lifted her off the car. “Come on. I’ll drive you by your old place. We’ll take my car. Bill can look after yours for the night.”

“Sure, no problem, Mr. Graph.” He took her car key from Stan. “The key will be in the security office in the morning.”

“How am I going to get to work?”

“I’ll come get you,” Brodie assured her. “Better yet, we’ll buzz by your mom’s after we see Julia. You can stay in my spare room.”

“I’m fine, guys. I don’t need a babysitter.”

“Get in the damn car, Saige. We aren’t taking no as a viable answer,” Stan opened the car door for her.

Instead of arguing, she got in. As soon as they backed out, Bill moved her car in the place, locked it and pocketed the key. Brodie followed them to her old apartment building. Both men escorted her to Julia’s apartment. Saige knocked, but didn’t get an answer. Tapping lightly, she unlocked the door. Mrs. Cross wasn’t in the apartment. In a panic, Saige called Chas, as it was his turn to spend the night with their grandmother.

“Sorry, sweets, I’ve got Gran at the hair dresser’s. Her appointment ran late. Sorry to give you a scare.”

“As long as she’s all right,” she said quietly. “I’ll lock up now. Tell Julia I’ll stop by tomorrow at lunch.”
“Will do. Gran sends her love. Ta.”

“I need a drink,” Stan groaned as they left the apartment.

“Let’s meet at Kelley’s?”

“Yeah, I’ll meet you there in a couple minutes. I need to stop at home and change. I don’t feel like trying to relax in a three piece suit.”

“Okay, we’ll see you there.”

Brodie took off in the opposite direction as Stan eased his car into traffic.

“He’s probably going to clean up the apartment. He thinks he’s messy.”

“Brodie? He’s so anal, I can’t believe he’d ever leave a mess.”

“Not a mess like we’d define one,” Stan laughed. “If there’s a single dirty dish or a crumb on the floor, Brodie will have a fit. The more tense he gets, the cleaner his place is. It’s practically sterile right now.”

“Why’s he so uptight?”

“You seriously don’t know? He hasn’t made it with anyone since Amanda dumped him.”

“Our Brodie’s been celibate?”


“Well, that explains a lot. No wonder he nearly took Mr. Stevens’ head off today.”

“Don’t tell him I told you, okay? He’s embarrassed enough about it.”

“I won’t say a word. It makes me feel bad though. Shit.”

“It’s better this way, really. I know why he has that rule. Couple office relationships went south rapidly. It wasn’t pretty. The only reason I don’t have that policy is because I haven’t gotten burned that bad. He’ll be okay. Brodie’s got to get his man berries back, that’s all.”

“I don’t even want to know what that means,” Saige giggled.

“No, you don’t.” Stan laughed.

They pulled into the parking lot for Kelley’s. Stan put the car in park, but turned to her before shutting it off.

“I’m glad you’re happy, babe. I mean that. I’m sorry we didn’t get a chance to get together.”

“It would have been magic, Stan.”

“Yeah, but you did right. Brodie would have killed me afterwards, starting by ripping off my balls.”

Saige punched him in the arm. “Buy me a drink, Stanley.”

Helping her out, he pulled her to him. “So, who’s the best kisser?”

“Why is it so important to know that? Brodie asked me the same damn thing.”

“Well, what did you tell him?”

“Buy me dinner, I’ll tell you.”

“I was gonna buy you dinner anyway, but okay.”

She repeated what she had said to Brodie. Stan was still laughing when they got seated at their table. Suzie, his younger sister, was their waitress.

© 2012 Dellani Oakes

Undercover Lover – Part 27

Brodie and Stan nearly come to blows each of them thinking the other is the one who put the smile on Saige’s face. Fortunately, they believe her when she tells them it was Romy instead. Disappointed, they are still happy for her.

Saige laughed, nearly choking on her pork fried rice. “It’s okay, Brodie. I’m a big girl. Nothing either of you can do or say today is going to get to me. I’m way too happy.”

“I give it a day to wear off. This time tomorrow, she’ll be back to her morose self.”

“He’s out of town the next two days,” she pouted. “I’ll be morose by dinner time.”

“Where’d he go?”

“Out of town on business.”

“He didn’t tell you where?” Stan was getting nosy.

Saige leaned in toward the men in a conspiratorial fashion. “Do you know what he does?”

Stan shook his head, Brodie looked impassive, which meant he probably had a pretty good idea.

“Neither do I,” she said in a stage whisper.

Brodie nodded, smiling slightly. She was right, he did know something.

Stan tossed his hands up in disgust. “You are impossible, you know? All I know is he doesn’t talk about his work. And it’s not a cellphone making that bulge under his jacket. Probably a drug dealer. There’s his flaw, I knew I’d find a convincing reason why you should sleep with me instead.”

“He’s not a drug dealer, Stan. And even if he was, I’d put up with just about anything if

he gave me a steady supply of amazingly fabulous orgasms.”

Stan spewed chow mien nearly onto Brodie’s desk. Laughing and apologizing, he cleaned up his mess. Brodie looked at him as he groveled on the floor.

“Weren’t expecting her to say that, huh?”

Stan made an eloquent gesture as he finished cleaning up his mess. Brodie held out his knuckles for Saige to tap.

“Respect,” he laughed as she tapped her knuckles against his. “Oh, Stan, we’ve got some changes to incorporate on the Stevens blueprint. Can you bring it in at two?”

“Yeah. What does the fat fuck want today?”

“To go back to the original design that we did weeks ago, with changes. I’ll tell you when you come in. God, I hate that man.”

“Maybe we can get Romy’s drug dealing friends to off him,” Stan said as he brushed the wrinkles out of his slacks.

“He’s not a drug dealer, Stanley,” Saige said in an angry tone.

“Whoa, take it easy girlfriend,” he said in a high voice. “I’m not dissing your main squeeze.”

“Shut up, Stan,” they said in unison.

“Talk to the hand,” he tossed his straight black hair out of his face.

Saige threw her napkin at him. Stan bent over to pick it up and came up with a snap like Reese Witherspoon in “Legally Blonde”.

“Dropped something, sweetie,” he said with another toss of his hair.

They nearly laughed themselves sick as he sashayed out of their office back to his own.

The rest of the day went smoothly. Mr. Stevens called back three more times, but Saige managed to hold him off. He got nasty and abusive the third time, so she hung up on him. He didn’t call back.

Shortly after five, she, Brodie and Stan caught the elevator to the parking garage. Brodie was in an executive spot near the elevator, but she and Stan were farther away. The men walked her to her car and made sure she was secure before they went to their vehicles. A blue sedan circled the parking area slowly as if looking for a parking space. Saige grew suspicious when it passed three open spots, stopping almost directly behind her.

She knew better than to get out of her car. Waiting to see what they were going to do, she watched in her rear view mirror. When it became apparent that they weren’t going to move, she planned her escape. If she didn’t mind doing a little damage to the neighboring cars, she could get out. A Cooper Mini is small and maneuverable. Their big sedan was the Incredible Hulk in comparison.

Putting her car in reverse, she backed quickly, nearly into the sedan. Clipping the bumper of the car to her right, she cut hard, turning her car so she was parallel the sedan. She got a good look at the driver, then gunning her motor, backed up to the next aisle between rows. Slamming the car in drive, she took off quickly, honking her horn as she approached the security booth. The guard hopped out, nearly falling over her hood.

“There’s a blue sedan back there, Billy. The guys tried to jump me. Call the cops!”

He was already dialing. “Did you get the plate?”

“No, but the driver is over six feet tall, dark hair and a mustache. There were three men in the car. There they are!”

The blue sedan rushed toward them and barreled through the entrance, breaking the gate. Pieces of wood flew in a dozen different directions, barely missing the guard. He stood his ground, reading off the license plate to the police. No concern for his own safety, he ran to Saige’s car, checking on her.

“Are you okay, Miss Ingalls?”

“Yeah, I’m all right, Billy. It shook me up some, that’s all.”

Brodie and Stan pulled up moments after the sedan broke the gate. Both men were out of their cars instantly.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?” They talked at once, both asking the same questions, almost in unison.

Saige was so shaken, she started laughing hysterically and was still laughing when the police showed up.

“We didn’t see them, Miss Ingalls,” the police officer told her with a frown. “But Bill got the plate and we’ll see what we can track down. I have to tell you though, it was probably stolen.”

“Bill, can more security be put on down here? What if Saige had been alone down here?” Brodie asked.

© 2012 Dellani Oakes