Corporate
Spy by Casey Sheridan
Sent to steal a secret file, Aimee breaks into
the apartment of Bill James, the handsome employee of a rival company. But
before she can get her hands on the file, Bill returns home unexpectedly.
Is Aimee caught in the act? Or is it mission
accomplished?
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When Aimee stepped inside the room, her foot kicked a stack
of frames leaning against the wall. She closed the door behind her, and
crouched down to get a better look; that’s when she noticed the large black
digital camera on the floor next to the frames.
Each frame contained a black and white photograph: a Dodge
Viper with a leggy brunette, a young man sitting on a Ducati motorcycle, a
woman holding an umbrella and giving the photographer a coy look over her
shoulder, and a tumble-down stone cottage standing in the middle of a desert.
Nice work, she thought. Too bad she
didn’t have time to look through the rest of them. The time on the nightstand
clock told her she’d better get straight to work.
Aimee quickly made her way over to the desk and shuffled
through the papers scribbled with notes on photo shoots and web design. She
sifted through folders with more notes and drawings of photography ideas that
lay around the computers. Clearly, he got into photography when he wasn’t out
riding his bike.
She then rifled through a box with numerous flash drives.
Not one of them was the drive she needed. She had to find the right one.
She glanced at the clock. Only twenty minutes left. Twenty
minutes before he would be back. Twenty minutes to look for a gold flash drive
that could be hidden anywhere.
She rummaged through the desk drawers, moving pens, pencils,
and markers. She checked inside the box of staples; opened envelopes and looked
through their contents. She even dumped out a box of paperclips, hoping the
drive would be hidden among them. Then she checked the underside and back of
the drawers for any secret compartments.
Fifteen minutes left.
Her shoulders slumped as she slid the last drawer back into
place, and then she turned to scan the room.
“Shit,” she cursed under her breath. Where could it be?
A faint noise caught her attention, and she tilted her head
to one side, trying to catch every sound, but she heard nothing other than the
ticking of the clock.
Aimee knelt on the floor and looked under the bed, hoping
there would be a lockbox or something that held the drive inside, but there was
nothing. That’s when she heard it–the unmistakable clatter of keys as they
landed on a table. Her eyes went wide and her breath caught in her throat.
He’s back early!
As she knelt next to the bed, she could hear him whistling
as he came closer to the bedroom. Her gaze darted frantically around the room.
She had to find a place to hide. But where? She jumped up, rolled across the
mattress, and scooted into the closet just moments before the bedroom door
swung open.
*****
Casey
Sheridan wrote her first erotic story on a dare, and she loved writing it so much she never
stopped. Her erotica and erotic romance has been published by Breathless Press
and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman, Every Night
Erotica and RSVP-Erotica.
She
loves to read and write, could spend all day in a book story, art museum, or
chocolate shop. She also enjoys music, watching movies, and spending time with
those she loves.
You
can find her on the Web at:
Website: http://www.Casey-Sheridan.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/CaseSheridan
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