Chapter One

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The sound of the doorbell chimed through the three-room hotel suite Summer currently occupied, and an agonized groan vibrated in her throat. Her attempt to get out of the comfy bed, and out of the clutches of the Italian model she met last night was a half-hearted one. After giving her bedmate a firm kiss, Summer pulled back, a wide grin filling her face, and rolled over to the edge of the bed. She sat on it and as she reached for her prosthetic leg, Renata began to swear at her in Italian.

Once her prosthesis was somewhat in place, Summer stood next to the bed smiling down at the attractive blonde who had kept her busy from the time they left the gala last night to the early hours of the morning. "You are irresistible when you swear at me in Italian," Summer commented as she bent down to kiss Renata. The desire to have more fun caused her to her forget why she had gotten out of bed to begin with. The doorbell rang sounded through the suite again, and Summer stopped leaning in to meet Renata's lips with her own. She smiled. "I have to go answer that. It might be room service."

A low whine came from Renata as she dropped face first onto the bed. Chuckling softly, Summer moved to the end of the bed and retrieved the fluffy, dark blue robe hanging off the foot of it. Renata situated herself to where her head rested on her hand, so she could watch Summer. "Do you remember either of us requesting room service last night?" she asked, and her accent did wonderful things to Summer's libido.

Summer laughed quietly. "I do not. The both of us were beyond drunk and I could only think about you naked, in my bed, and your long, beautiful legs wrapped around me."

"Ignore whoever it is, and you can feel them wrapped around you once more," Renata suggested as her lips turned into a seductive smirk. It, along with the alluring timber of her voice, made Summer weak and she nearly went along with the suggestion, but by some miracle hadn't.

"I shall return, and I will be quick." Summer grinned. "Keep the bed warm and think of ways to make me forget my name."

"Oh, mio caro," Renata purred. "I have come up with several ideas which will make you forget your very spirit."

Summer drew in a slow, deep breath through her nose as arousal began to make its way through her body. Renata wanted to kill her, and it was a death Summer would gladly accept if it meant indulging in more of this beautiful woman. She held up two fingers. "Two minutes. I'll be back in two minutes." She left out of the room and the sound of Renata's delightful laugh urged her on. Getting rid of the unexpected interruption became an immediate priority. Summer headed for the door, grimacing slightly when she noticed how loose her prosthetic was. It wouldn't bother her too much since it would be on for less than five minutes, but it was still uncomfortable and a bit irritating.

Summer opened the door as soon as she reached it, a retort ready to go on the tip of her tongue, but she stopped short. Unable to keep the shock from her face her eyes widened in bewilderment. Standing in front of her was a major from the United States Air Force and four agents from the Secret Service. Summer's brain sluggishly processed their presence at her hotel suite, and before she could say anything the major started to speak. "Colonel Summer Hawkins, I am Major Howard Collingsworth." He paused. "Your country needs you, Colonel."

Still taken off guard by their presence at her suite, Summer stared at the man. A few more seconds went by before she was able to respond. "No," Summer stated in a hard tone. "Go back to wherever you came from and tell whoever ordered you to come get me that they can go fuck themselves. I've done my time."

Summer closed the door, slamming it in the major's face. She didn't know what the hell was going on but being a part of it wasn't her problem. Not anymore. Summer had barely made it two steps away from the door when it opened again. The four Secret Service agents walked in, and two of them moved to where they flanked her. They tried to take hold of her arms, but Summer wasn't going to go easily. She elbowed the agent on her right in the gut and punched the one on her left in the face. "Summer, what the hell is this?" Renata shouted as she came into the living room.

"Ma'am," the major began as one of the uninjured agents came for Summer, "do not interfere. This is United States business."

Summer punched the agent who had charged at her in the face and the woman stumbled back. The agent she had elbowed in the gut tried to apprehend her again. A swift upper cut caused the man's head to jerk back and stop his advancement on Summer. The hit had injured her knuckles in the process, but Summer refused to let it affect her as she continued to fight off the two other agents who tried to capture her. The possibility of her prosthetic falling off grew with each passing second, and Summer hoped it would last long enough for her to incapacitate the agents. There was no way in hell she would let them take her to wherever.

"By order of the President of the United States of America," Major Collingsworth announced, "we are to employ any tactic necessary in order to get you back to the US."

Summer maneuvered so she could flip an agent overher shoulder and throw him to the floor. Breathing heavily from the unexpectedexertion, she glared at the major. Right as she was about to tell him off, theagent who hadn't engaged in trying to apprehend her pointed a gun at Summer. Itdidn't take long for her to realize it wasn't an actual gun, but a tranquilizerpistol. The moment between seeing the pistol and realizing what it was lastedtoo long, and the next thing Summer knew a tranquilizer dart pierced hershoulder. She screamed in pain and pulled out the dart. The world started to spin,and Summer felt unsteady on her feet. The last thought to go through her mindbefore losing consciousness was: Thatfucking bitch.

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