Chapter 4
For some time, the heat of that first evening wasn’t repeated, even after I moved out of my brother’s apartment to one a mile down the road. Nigel would see me to my door, kiss me chastely good night, and then leave once I’d entered my apartment. I could see the desire in his eyes, however, and so I bided my time.
Going around in a state of semi-arousal was intriguing, but eventually it grew tiresome, interfering with work as it did, and I determined to put an end to it.
I telephoned Nigel’s office. “Mr. Mann, would you mind coming to my office?”
“Not at all, Miss Sebring.”
I was at my desk, chuckling over another coded message Jefferson had managed to intercept from Sidorov, the KGB agent, this one using a reference to The Nutcracker, when Nigel walked in.
“Thank you for b
