Free Agent in the Dark (The Agents for Good) by Guy Stanton III Page A

pressure point procedures, as her mind dwelt elsewhere. God had answered her pra yers yet again in the form of her being able to do something for her captor. John was different now, more even natured. Why was that? She was full of questions and she had a pretty good idea of how she was going to get answers to them.
    She’d never imagined herself with someone like him. She’d thought it would be with some bookish like-minded indivi dual she met within her own field of expertise. She certainly hadn’t been expecting anything like this man of elemental passion that would completely have fit in with the barbaric savagery of the 300 Spartan warriors at the battle of Thermopylae. He still frightened her, but the more leaves she was turning over were exciting her now too.
     
    She was done. She got up to her feet and met his gaze for the first time in a long time. She had a funny feeling in the pit of her stomach, as she took in the intense level of gratitude directed toward her that she saw in his eyes.
    “Is your headache all gone now?” She asked.
    He nodded.
    She picked up the bottle of pills, “Don’t take these an ymore. When you have a headache just come to me.” She tossed the pill bottle away into a corner of the room.
    “I’ll do that.” He responded softly. He started to bend down to put his socks and boots back on, but she stopped him with a hand to the shoulder.
    He met her gaze, “I’m not through with you yet John. Take your shirt off and lay face down on the floor.”
    “Why?” He asked somewhat defensively.
    “Because I’m going to give you a massage honey.”
    He blinked a couple of times, but complied without fu rther words.
     
    Gingerly Asia sat down on the rise between the small of John’s back and the corded strength of his buttocks. He instantly tensed up and she wondered for the thousandth time, if she was making a mistake. This was by far the most intimate she had ever personally contacted with anyone before.
    She started to massage the corded plain of his back and the sharply tensed body beneath her began to relax slowly. She’d already learned one very important thing about John, earlier when she’d been working his pressure points. John absolutely adored physical touch. She could tell it in so many ways. The ways his breathing changed, the way he relaxed, the way he moved toward her touch.
    She’d found a way to love him physically without being intimate with him, but in a way it was extremely intimate. She started to dig for the answers she wanted, as she felt him relax deeper and deeper beneath her touch.
    “You must work out crazy to get so defined, as you are, with your muscles?” She asked softly.
    “I wish.” He responded softly.
    Asia paused for a moment and glanced at the back of his head, now that was an odd answer, she thought to herself. “You don’t work out?” She asked pressing further.
    “Other than work no.” He affirmed.
    That didn’t seem possible to Asia, as her fingers glided over the well defined muscles that he was made of.
    “You must have a ton of testosterone then.” She said half jokingly.
    His response didn’t match her joking tone in its flat f inality of statement, “I do.”
    Asia stopped for a moment as she sensed a story. “Why is that John?” She asked softly, as she dug her knuckles into his lower back. All of a sudden he was a tensed bundle of nerves and she watched muscles ripple all over his back and shoulders.
    “I’m sorry! Did I hurt you?” Asia asked concerned.
    “No, just memories.” He gritted out into the carpet.
    Feeling on the edge of pushing him too far Asia asked, “Memories of what?” Silence greeted her and she worked hard at trying to relax his tensed up back.
    He continued in silence for a moment and then he began to talk, “I was taken from my parents, as a little boy, along with my older brother and little sister. We were gifted you could say. Our captors did tests on us, all kinds of tests. Government