Read Compromised for Free Online Page A

rapport with her.
    He laughed, and then the others laughed too. “I like her.” He turned his head, acknowledging Platon again.
    He stood, turning the chair the right way again. “You must tell us if your boss disrespects you. We will be proud to show him…the error of his ways.” He held his hand out, palm up.
    She placed her hand in his and he kissed her knuckles. “Thank you…?” Tell me your name. Tell me your name.
    “You can call me Stratigos.” He nodded and turned away.
    Dammit. Stratigos was Greek for “general.”
    Platon seemed to hold eye contact with Stratigos as he walked by, nodding slightly as he did so. What message had they passed between them?
    He beckoned her with his index finger and smiled, nodding toward the door. She wanted to stay, try to record some of what they were saying, but she knew she’d made enough progress there already. She needed to play it carefully. Get pushy or too involved and they would be suspicious. Far better to keep Platon happy and stay safe.
    As soon as the door closed behind them, Sadie had to work hard to rein in her exuberance. Screw the director…she’d been right! This had been her first time actually working as a field agent, and it had been a success. She was so psyched that when Platon spun her around to kiss her, she kissed him back. Properly. Passionately. They kissed and she tried to feel something. Anything, really, that would tell her that there were other guys whose kiss could make her feel like Simon’s did. She tried to channel the euphoria of the successful contact with Stratigos into the kiss.
    Nada.
    He picked her up and pressed against her, which brought her crashing back to her senses. What the hell was she doing? He was a mark, nothing more. She wrenched herself away from his lips, painfully aware that she had crossed a line. She smiled at him, surreptitiously pressing the volume button on her phone, making it chirp.
    “Sorry—I should get that,” she said breathlessly, holding up her phone. “Hello?” she said to no one. “Of course, sir. Yes, sir. I’ll be there…yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can.” She glanced ruefully at him and shrugged. “I’ve got to go. I’m so sorry. My boss…”
    “It’s all right. I understand tough bosses. I have to work an extra shift tonight too. One of our night porters is sick. I was hoping we would get a little dancing in before I had to go. But it is just as well. Do you want me to walk you to your office?” he asked, holding her hand in front of him, half giving her the impression that he was going to kiss it like Stratigos did.
    “No, sweetie. It’s still early; I’ll be fine.”
    “Go with God, darling,” he replied in that sweet, formal Greek way of his.
    She looked back once or twice to find him watching as she left. She waved and he waved back. He was so young. She’d just totally kissed a twenty-two-year-old. She grinned. She’d been right about Platon, and she was actually getting positive results. Her boss could kiss her ass. All she needed now was to have them ask her for explosives and she’d have enough to make Lassiter listen to her.
    She virtually skipped up her apartment steps, anxious to do something—write a report, scream, or dance. She had to do something…she felt like she’d explode.

Chapter Seven
    T ennant? I didn’t expect to hear from you, son.”
    “I’m sorry to disturb you, but it’s about Sadie.” She would never speak to him again if she found out he was speaking to her father.
    “Is she all right? What’s going on?” His voice was strident, a man who was used to being in charge and getting answers.
    Shit. He hadn’t thought this one through. He couldn’t tell the director of the CIA that he’d been deployed to Athens. That would get his ass fired and his boss in front of Congress in record time. What was it about her that made him forget everything else? Dammit.
    “I’m sorry, sir. Don’t worry. Sorry again to have bothered