So, I am writing a few hot and steamy fanfics that are not yet published on Wattpad. This is a little preview of my latest story idea, which involves spies and fighting and some hot and steamy moments with Harry because he matches my character planned. Enjoy. xx ----- The men parted for their top agent as she stepped off the jet. She adjusted her shades as the guards stood at the bottom. "Agent Morrison," one of the random body guards nodded, his shade covered eyes on his new responsibility. The lady who was walking down turned to face the man, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Oh John, you know better to call me that. It's Daleah, remember?" She mused, pushing hair out of her face as wind whooshed it around crazily. "Well, let's go get to my dinner date with a great friend of mine, shall we?" The bodyguard, John, stood his ground with a slight scowl on his face. "Rose, you know that Director Granne wants to meet with you about why you're here. The case is off limits to me, but my orders are to take you in to get your file on your target." The older man stated warily, his strong and broad body stood still and upright the whole time. With a sigh from the girls lips, she let the men take her bags as she was led to a black truck with tinted windows. She got in the back seat, two strongly built men sliding in next to her as they waited for the driver and other man. She knew. She knew it all, why they had called her in, why the men sat so close to her. She had been in this business for far too long to not pick up on these things. The mens orders were not only to take her to their boss, but to make sure she didn't try to run off like before. Daleah was a wild card who despised being attached to anything, especially an organization that is ran by someone cruel. Instead of calling the men out on it, she simply snickered and sat still with a smug look on her face as she stared straight ahead. She knew just how important this assignment is if Rosemary Granne needed Daleah Morrison to help them. Minutes later, they arrived at P.N.M.W. and they were off of the plush leather seats and inside the 'secret' building. "Miss Morrison, we've been expecting you. Follow me please." Granne said sternly, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she walked down the hall to the elevator. ----- Tell me what you think, it's highly appreciated and I would really like to know if I should continue this. I've been watching Marvels Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. and I felt inspired, then, voilà . This happened.
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