Bob Wallace

Eager hot wife

CHAPTER ONE

Joanne Benson hurried from the kitchen and headed for the den to kiss her husband good-bye. She reached the foyer when the phone rang. Habit made her pick it up. Before she could speak, she heard her husband's familiar voice say hello.

"Hello, Mr. Benson," a voice she didn't recognize said. She held on for a moment, her curiosity piqued.

"I'm leaving in a few minutes, Darin," Brad Benson said. "You'll be ready?"

"I'm in place, Mr. Benson. I'm outside your house."

"Good," Brad said, feeling better.

"Your wife will have me on her tail for the rest of the week. There won't be a thing she'll do that I won't know about."

"I'll expect it all in your report when I come back from New York. Who she talks to, where she goes, everything."

"That's what you're paying me for," the strange voice said.

"Have the report in my office on Monday, a week today, with your bill. Don't send it to the house."

"I'm discreet, Mr. Benson." The man sounded annoyed, his professional pride questioned.