Free ANOMALY.MIL (The Conspiracy Series Book One): A Romantic Suspence Novel by Samantha Saxon Page A

much as he was enjoying Seneca's irritation.  
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    Seneca finished her horrible burger, but she was still pissed. She certainly had no claim on Ansel. But surely, the fact that his sister set them up meant she had right of first refusal.
    At least until the moment when Ansel dumped her, in favor of a leggy blond with fake tits. Glancing down at her flat chest, Seneca sucked on the straw of her empty soda.
    "Do you want a refill?" Ansel asked.
    Yes. "No, I'm fine."
    She would rather die than ask the slutty waitress for another one.
    "Then let's head over to the hotel." Ansel placed forty bucks on the table then stood up, waiting for her to do the same.
    Like a good husband, he escorted her out of the diner. And she could not help but smile at their waitress, saying, "Thank you so much," as the girl, and the entire female staff, watched Ansel’s fine ass walk out the door.
    It was almost ten o'clock, and the diner parking lot was now completely deserted. She pulled her jacket around her neck, and shoved her hands deep in her pockets. The temperature seemed to have dropped ten degrees in the last hour, and she was looking forward to a hot shower and a warm bed.
    But as they walked in silence over to the lobby of the old hotel, she didn't have high expectations for the place. Ansel held the door opened for her and as he registered for their rooms, she glanced around at signs announcing the grand reopening of the newly renovated Billings Roadside Inn.
    "Okay, thanks," she heard Ansel say, and then they walked down the hall to the elevator. When they got in, he pushed the button for the second floor. The doors of the elevator scraped closed so, she was trapped when Ansel announced, "They only had one room left."
    That hung in the air for an eternity and they both ignored it. Ignored his kissing her a few hours ago. Ignored her wanton response.
    "Perfect," she mumbled to herself.
    The elevator door hissed open, and Seneca jumped when she felt Ansel's hand at the small of her back. He was gently guiding her in the direction of their room, but the closer they got to it, the slower her steps became.
    Trepidation hung around her neck and she could not shake it off. She didn't know if it was fear, lack of sleep, or the idea of being trapped alone with Ansel that made her so anxious.
    Seneca watched as he slid the key into the security lock of their hotel room. And as she waited, she could not help compare this stay with last night's. Last night, Dave had been there. Last night, they had only stayed a few hours at the motel. Last night, they had not slept in their beds. The three of them had just sat at the table, discussing their plan for getting Catherine back.
    But tonight they had to sleep, together, in the same bed.
    The lock gave and Ansel swung the door open, holding it for her. Seneca stepped inside their temporary respite, pleasantly surprised by the modern décor. The Billings Roadside Inn had indeed been renovated. Their room was bright and airy, with a large flat-screen TV sitting opposite the one—and only—bed.
    A queen size!
    Damn, a queen sized bed was much smaller than she had remembered. And as if he had read her mind, Ansel set his computer bag on the small desk in the corner of the room, apologizing, "Like I said, this was all they had this late at night."
    Seneca shrugged. "That's okay." Because what else could she say?
    "If you don’t mind, I think I'll hop in the shower." Ansel pointed toward the bathroom door. "Unless you want to go first?"
    "That's fine, you go ahead." No way in hell was she getting naked around him. "I'll take one later."
    When he was asleep.
    Ansel went into the bathroom and turned on the water, but she could hear him getting undressed. Not a problem. She would just sit here and watch television.
    Seneca pushed the power button on the TV, and the program guide popped up. She heard the shower curtain slide open, then closed. Water splashed, and she imagined it cascading down his body.
    His