Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2005 22:43:39 GMT
From: "aann74@juno.com" <aann74@juno.com>
Subject: Cajun Spice, Part Three

Once again, this story is complete fiction. Those of you looking forward to
a repeat of part two will be disappointed. However, if you can be patient
with me, I promise some really steamy scenes coming up in future
installments. Enjoy.



April woke up slowly. As she pried her eyes open, she quickly shut them
again, blinded by the morning light. Oh shit! She sprang upright to find
the apartment awash with the morning sun. She twisted around to find the
alarm clock. Ten o'clock. Shit!

"Jade. Jade. Wake up baby." April gently shook Jade awake.

"Whaaaat?"

"Get up baby. We are so late."

"Huh?"

"It's ten o'clock Jade. You're late for work."

"Shit! Ten o'clock?"

"You were suppose to be at work an hour ago. I'll bet John and your sister
are freaking out, wondering where you are."

Wide-awake now, Jade leaped out of bed. "Where's my purse, cher?"

"Over by the door I think. Why?"

"I need my cell phone." Jade rushed over to the front door, frantically
searching for her purse. Finding it, she dug out her phone. "Damn! I left
it on last night and now the battery's dead."

"Use my phone to call your cell. It's on the wall near the couch."

Finding the wall phone, Jade quickly punched in her cell number and started
hitting keys to access her messages. "Oh man," she groaned. "Jasmine's left
six messages this morning. Even Uncle John left one.

"You can have the bathroom first. It won't take me long to get ready."

With that, Jade raced across the apartment into the bathroom. Hearing the
door slam shut, April sank back against the headboard. Last night was
wonderful but, God, was she making a mess of things. Visions of getting to
the office and John telling her she was fired, started playing through her
mind. She let out a groan and thumped her head against the bed.

##

Forty-five minutes later, Jade and April rushed through the lobby of Dupree
Enterprises and jumped into the first available elevator. April had the
brief thought that this was getting a bit too familiar. She turned her
attention to Jade. Ever since Jade had disappeared into the bathroom this
morning, April had been debating what to do about this new
relationship. She really liked Jade. She was fun, easy to be with, and the
sex was great, but she was, after all, a client, and April knew she had
crossed the line by spending the night with her. "Jade?"

"Yeah baby," came Jade's absent-minded reply as she watched the floors tick
by on the screen.

"About last night."

"Last night was great, cher. Meet me after work and maybe we can go to
dinner. Or something," she said with a wicked little grin.

"I'd really like that but.."

Jade turned, giving April her full attention now. She had a bad feeling she
knew what was coming next.

April saw by the look on Jade's face that she was waiting for the break up
speech.  Feeling like a complete heel, she stared at the floor, trying to
figure out what to do.

Oh hell! "I'd love to have dinner. When do you think you'll be done?"

A wide grin spread across Jade's face. Suddenly the doors opened. Any
further conversation was cut short as they both jumped out of the elevator
and rushed down to Jade's office.

They burst through the door, startling Jade's secretary Sally. "Sorry,
Sally. Where's my spare suit? As you can see, I'm running a little late
today," Jade said with a smirk.

April and Jade walked into Jade's office while Sally went looking for
Jade's suit. April plopped down in one of the two chairs in front of the
desk, while Jade took her seat. Just then, the door flew open, revealing
one very angry red headed Cajun.

"Where the hell have you two been!? Wait. Don't answer that. I think I
know, since you're still wearing the same clothes from last night," Jasmine
fixed a furious stare on her sister. April hadn't even turned around in her
chair. Round two, she thought.

Jade glanced at her sister, her lips twitching with the smile she was
trying to suppress, and made a show of checking her email.

"Well? One of you answer me, dammit!" April could feel Jasmine vibrating
with anger.  Pushing out of the chair, she walked over to face her new
nemesis.

"Since you can obviously tell where we've been, and what we've been doing,
I figured that was a rhetorical question."

If looks could kill, April figured she'd drop like a stone right
there. They stood glaring at each other, April refusing to say any more,
when they both jumped at the sound of Jade's scream.

April spun around to find Jade shaking in her chair, eyes riveted to the
computer screen.  She rushed around the desk and, taking one look at the
computer, hauled Jade out of her seat and pushed her towards Jasmine. "Take
care of her," she barked.

The screen was filled with a digital picture of some very recent road
kill. Slowly, the picture faded out and was replaced with one sentence that
was positioned dead center on the page. "Back off bitch. Or you're next."

Jasmine held onto Jade, trying to comfort her, but her eyes never left
April's face. She watched in awe as anger leaped into April's eyes and
then, just as quickly, was squashed down, eyes going flat. She marveled at
how quickly April tapped down her anger; at the iron clad control this
woman had on her emotions. If someone were to walk in right now, they
probably wouldn't realize that April was mad enough to spit nails. Unless,
of course, they noticed her hands clenching and unclenching, every so
slightly, as she held them to her side.

Jasmine started to let go of Jade and come around the desk, but April held
up a hand, stopping her.

"Have you checked your email yet today," April asked.

"No. I was waiting for Jade. When she didn't show up by 9:15, I started
looking around the office and calling her cell. I haven't even turned my
computer on yet."

"Good. Don't. Take Jade somewhere else and settle her down. Better yet, go
to John's office. Both of you should just stay and work there today."

Jasmine started to protest, but April cut her off with a glare.

"Don't argue. Just go. I'm going to stay here and try to trace this email."
With that, April sat down and tucked in behind the desk. She began working
away on the keyboard.

Sensing she had just been dismissed, Jasmine wrapped her arms around a
still shaking Jade and led her out, closing the door behind her.

April couldn't remember the last time she was this furious. She was all but
shaking with anger. She started pounding away at the keyboard, determined
to find an IP address she could trace. April knew the embezzler had sent
this email, probably hearing that the Dupree's had hired a P.I., and
started getting nervous. She wanted this bastard in the worse way.

##

April hung up the phone and sank back in the chair. Throughout the day, as
she had found each IP address, she had called a friend of hers back in
Pittsburgh who was an ace at translating IP's into to a person and an
address. So far though, Mike had come up empty. Each call had turned up
nothing more than either a fake address and name, or the address of one of
many public internet cafes that were scattered all over the city.
Obviously, whoever had sent the email knew their electronics. They had set
the email up so that it bounced all over the place before actually reaching
its intended receiver.

She ran her hands over her face in exhaustion. Glancing up at the wall
clock she saw that it was after 9 p.m. The office had emptied out hours
ago. April stood up and stretched.  She hadn't left the chair since this
morning, except for a few quick trips to the ladies room. She had buzzed
John's office and talked to all three members of the Dupree family. Jade
was pretty shaken up and had gone home with Jasmine shortly after lunch.

April let out a sigh, racking her brain for a new idea. Noticing the
pictures on Jade's desk, she leaned over for a closer look. Spying one of
Jade and Jasmine, she picked it up and sank back into the chair. Holding
the frame in her lap, she studied the two women. At first glance, most
people would probably never suspect they were sisters. Jade was 5' 8" with
long, straight, raven black hair and blue eyes. Jasmine stood about 5' 6",
her bright red hair spilling down her back in a cascade of curls, her eyes
an emerald green. Staring at the picture, April began to pick out the small
details that, when noticed, spoke to the reality of both women being
sisters. They shared the same complexion, creamy, rose tinged skin. The
delicate cheekbones and petite noses made April think of a porcelain
doll. She sighed, her thoughts turning to their different
personalities. Where Jade was relaxed and fun loving, Jasmine was wound
tighter than a top, always defensive. April thought back to last night, in
the parking lot, when Jade had told her that Jasmine was vastly different
than what April was seeing. I wish I could get a glimpse of that, she
thought.

Looking up, April stared at the email message she'd been dissecting all
day. Jasmine may hate her but, for some reason, April realized she cared
very much about her safety, Jasmine's and Jade's. It wasn't just a case
anymore. Hell, maybe it never was. Never the less, somewhere along the way
things had taken a personal bent. Now the sisters' safety was a lot more
than just a basic security issue. Reaching for the phone, April placed a
call, hoping to cash in a few favors that were owed her.

Ten minutes later, she placed the handset back in its cradle. Satisfied
that she had gotten the ball rolling on a very necessary step, she
refocused on the computer. A fresh idea sprang to mind. There was one more
trace she hadn't tried yet. She started the run and, knowing that it would
take a while, headed over to Jasmine's office. She needed to verify that
Jasmine had received the same email and run the same tests on her
computer. That way, she would have two sets of results to compare. She
strode towards Jasmine's office, the whole floor quite as a tomb. Somewhere
in this pile of IP addresses was her embezzler. He had to be. April didn't
want to consider the alternative.

##

Jasmine strolled down the hall towards her office. Jade had stayed home,
still unnerved from yesterday's email. They hadn't heard a word from April
since yesterday afternoon, right before Jasmine had taken her sister
home. She had called her uncle before leaving the house this morning, to
see if he knew anything new. He hadn't heard anything either, but insisted
that April had come highly recommended, and that Jasmine needed to leave
her be and let her do her job.

All night last night, Jasmine had mulled over what she knew about
April. Gathering all of her impressions, Jasmine had to admit that the
woman was a bit of a puzzle. When she had questioned Jade about their
budding relationship, Jade had flatly refused to hear a single bad
word. She told Jasmine she should try talking to April instead of biting
her head off and then form an opinion.

Still mulling over thoughts of the infuriating P.I., Jasmine opened her
office door, surprised to find April asleep in her chair. Quietly, Jasmine
closed the door and leaned against the wall, studying the woman in front of
her. God, she slept here, didn't she?  April was still wearing the same
clothes from yesterday morning. There was no sign of food, or food
wrappers, anywhere, so Jasmine wondered if she had eaten at all last night.
Deciding to take Jade's advice and call a truce, she pushed off from the
wall and headed back out to get some breakfast.

##

April was vaguely aware of food. The smell of it anyway. For a moment, she
thought it was just a dream, seeing as all she ate last night were a few
candy bars from the vending machine she found. She eased her eyes open and
began to sit up, groaning when she felt the muscles in her neck protesting
any movement.

"Morning, cher. How about some breakfast?"

Wiping the sleep dust away, April felt her eyes come into focus. She rolled
her head slowly, trying to work the kinks out, and heard her stomach
growl. She glanced up at Jasmine, watching as she unwrapped a breakfast
sandwich and laid it on the desk, along with a coffee cup.

"I didn't know how you liked your coffee, so I just got it black. I brought
some cream and sugar if you want it."

"Orange juice," April croaked. Clearing her throat she looked back up at
Jasmine. "Thank you, but I'm not a coffee drinker. I usually have a glass
of orange juice in the morning."

"You don't drink coffee? God, but you're an odd one. I would think someone
in your line of work would drink caffeine like it was going out of style."

"I live for caffeine. I just prefer it cold. After my orange juice, I
switch to soda."

"I see. You like to kill two birds with one stone; caffeine and a sugar
buzz."

"You got it," April answered, smiling. "But thanks for the sandwich. Oh
man, that smells good."

"Wait here. I'll go raid the company icebox. I'm sure someone keeps orange
juice around here." With that, Jasmine disappeared out the door. April just
sat there for a minute, wondering if she was really awake or not. Jasmine
had just been really nice to her. She pinched herself and, feeling the
sting, realized that the Jasmine who had just brought her breakfast was,
indeed, the real thing. Smiling, she picked up her sandwich and dug in.

A few minutes later, Jasmine reappeared with a bottle of orange juice,
which she set down in front of April. Then she sat down in the chair
opposite the desk and started to dig another sandwich out of the bag for
herself. She sat there nibbling on it, watching as the last few crumbs of
April's food disappeared.

"You can have half of mine if you're still hungry. You didn't eat last
night, did you?"

"I snagged a couple of candy bars."

"High cuisine indeed," Jasmine said, laughing.

April smiled, enjoying the sound of Jasmine's sexy laugh. "My job usually
means odd hours so, I eat what I can, when I can." April's stomach let out
another growl and Jasmine peeled with laughter. After she settled down, she
found a plastic knife in the bag and cut off half of her sandwich, handing
it to April.

April accepted it with a sheepish grin. "Again, thank you. How'd you know I
hadn't eaten?"

"No food wrappers."

April smiled. This woman didn't miss a trick. "How's Jade?"

"Still shaky. She decided to work from home today. You should call her
later. I'll give you the number."

April scowled at the idea that Jade was so spooked by that email, that she
felt safer at home than her office. "Thanks. I'll call her in a little
bit."

"Did you find anything?"

"Not yet. I ran one last test on your computer and Jade's. I need to get
the results off of Jade's computer so I can compare them. I've got a guy on
standby that can trace the IP addresses. Hopefully, we'll get a hit."
Polishing off the rest of her food, April sat back and considered Jasmine
for a minute, watching her finish her half of the sandwich. This is nice,
she thought, having breakfast together. Just as quickly, she shook off the
thought.  Remembering the favors she called in last night, she decided it
was past time to follow up with a few things.

"Listen. Why don't you go on down to John's office. I'm going to finish up
here, make a few calls. I should have some information in about half an
hour. I'll meet you down at John's."

"Ok." With a quick shrug, Jasmine stood up, gathered the remains of their
breakfast, tossed it into the wastebasket, and headed out the door.

God, that was too easy, April thought. Well, I'll take what I can get
because she certainly won't like the rest. April made her calls, confirming
that arrangements were in place and that the people she requested were
coming in. Then she headed off to Jade's office, hoping she'd soon have a
name.

##

Jasmine was working away at the conference table in John's office when
April walked in.  Looking up, she found April standing just inside the
doorway, watching her. She could tell by her face she wasn't going to like
what came next.

"Nothing. This guy knows his computers, or he found someone who
does. Everything came back as fake names and addresses." April crossed the
room, bracing her hands on the back of the chair opposite Jasmine. "I've
called your uncle and Jade and updated them. The four of us are going to
meet here in a couple of hours. I'm going to introduce you and Jade to your
bodyguards."

Jasmine jumped up, slamming a hand on the table. "Damn it, April. I told
you I wouldn't agree to a bodyguard."

"We're past the point where you get a choice, Jasmine. This guy's stolen
way too much money to back off now. He'll want to tie up any loose ends
before skipping town, now that he knows your family is on to his
scheme. You and Jade are loose ends. I saw the emails, Jasmine. This guy
means business and right now, I'm chasing a ghost. You're both getting
guards. End of discussion."

Jasmine stood there, realizing that the situation was much worse than she
had originally thought. She hadn't seen the emails, but they must have been
pretty bad, judging from April's reaction. April was worried. She could
tell by the look in her eyes. Then it dawned on her. April was taking their
safety personally.

"Then I want you."

"Excuse me?"

"I want you to be my bodyguard."

"I can't. There's no way I can watch you 24/7 and still smoke this guy
out."

"You're my bodyguard, April. I'll just ditch anyone else."

The two women April had hired were pros at security, but April knew that if
anyone could shake them, it would probably be Jasmine. Suddenly she was
desperate for a cigarette. "I'm going out. I'll be right back, so don't go
anywhere." Stewing, she left the office and took the elevator to the
lobby. Stepping outside, she crossed the plaza to the street corner and
looked around for a convenience store. Spying a drug store across the
street, she jogged over, dodging traffic. Entering the store, she made a
beeline for the counter and bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Back
outside, she promptly sat down on the curb and lit up. After taking a drag,
she sank her head into her hand, her elbow propped on her knee. She was dog
tired and in a jam. There was no way she could be Jasmine's
bodyguard. Aside from logistics, she had just slept with Jade, but her
attraction to Jasmine hadn't cooled any either. Her head jerked up as she
felt someone sit down beside her. Looking over, she found herself face to
face with Jasmine.

"Can't you do anything you're told?" April snapped out.

"Since when do you smoke?"

"Since I've got an embezzler sending threatening emails, two sisters who
are too damn stubborn to realize they're up to their necks in hot water and
I haven't had a whole night of sleep in almost three days." April realized
she was shouting, hung her head and ran a hand through her hair in
frustration.

Suddenly Jasmine reached out and cupped April's cheek in her hand. "You're
maxed out, aren't you, cher?"

The softness of Jasmine's voice undid her and she pressed her cheek into
Jasmine's hand, feeling tired clean down to her bones. She felt Jasmine
inch closer and wrap an arm around her shoulders.

"I'm sorry, cher, but if you insist on me having a bodyguard, I want you."

"Why?"

"I trust you. Something tells me that if this guy comes near me, you'll
tear him apart."

April turned her head to face Jasmine. "I would."

Jasmine saw the look of sheer determination in April's eyes. "April.," her
name came out in a silky whisper.

April studied Jasmine. Finding those green eyes locked on hers, she found
nothing more than sympathy and understanding. Within seconds, though, she
could also feel that spark of electricity that was always there between
them.

"Jasmine, I ..," April stopped herself, aware that she was about to make a
confession she shouldn't make. Tossing her cigarette into the street, she
jumped up and headed down the sidewalk, desperate to put some space between
herself and Jasmine.

Jasmine jumped up and ran after her. Jumping in front of April, she put her
hands on her shoulders, stopping April in her tracks.

"Take me home with you."

"What? No!"

"Take me home with you, April. I'll . I'll watch over you while you sleep."
But April knew from the look in Jasmine's eye that the last thing they
would do is sleep. She couldn't take it anymore. Leaning in, she kissed
her, gently at first, just a brushing of lips.  Feeling Jasmine respond,
April deepen the kiss, sliding her tongue between Jasmine's butter soft
lips. Jasmine's tongue darted out to meet hers and their tongues began
gliding over each other, sliding in and out of each other's mouths.

Feeling people staring, April pulled back. Looking around, she saw one
young man in particular standing across the street, watching them like a
hawk. Grabbing Jasmine's hand, April took off down the street, pulling
Jasmine along behind her. Spying an alleyway, April ducked inside, pulling
Jasmine in after her. Pushing Jasmine against the wall, she pressed in,
fastened her mouth on Jasmine's once again, and picked up where she left
off.

She buried one hand in Jasmine's silky hair, cupping the back of her head,
keeping her still while she plundered her mouth. Her other hand slid down
to cup Jasmine's ass. Oh God! She was a perfect fit. April's hand
instinctively flexed, giving Jasmine's ass a little squeeze.

Feeling April's hands on her, Jasmine moaned into April's mouth. She wanted
her closer.  She tried to lift her leg, to give April more access, but the
pressure of April's body against hers had her skirt pulled taut against her
legs. She slipped her foot out of her dress shoe, lifting her leg high
enough to plant her stocking clad foot flat against the back of April's
calf. Now her legs were spread wide enough that she could feel April sink
deeper in between her legs. The fly of April's jeans was putting delicious
pressure on her clit, and her hips bucked in response.

April felt herself sink deeper between Jasmine's legs and her heart
leaped. She dove her tongue even deeper into Jasmine's velvety, hot mouth,
trying to swallow her whole. Her hand slid up from Jasmine's ass, slipped
under her suit jacket, and settled against the small of her back, urging
Jasmine even closer. Their breasts were smashed against each other, nipples
rubbing together, their tongues delving deeper and deeper as their need
rose.

Jasmine felt another moan rise up from deep within. She could feel the
dampness of April's palm on her back through her silk shirt. She felt her
vagina clenching and unclenching, her juices flooding her panties. She
needed more. She wrapped both arms around April's waist and pulled her body
as flat against hers as humanly possible. She felt her hips buck again and
wished to God she could just lift her skirt, wrap her legs around April's
waist, and ride her fly.

April felt her control slipping and yanked her head away. She took a step
back, chest heaving, panties damp. Jasmine whimpered at the sudden
loss. Dear God, April thought, a few more minutes of this, and she'd have
fucked Jasmine blind right here in the alley.  Trying to get control of
herself, she let her gaze drink in the sultry picture Jasmine made.  Her
hair was tussled, as if she had just gotten out of bed. Her full, pouty
lips were a beautiful deep red and swollen from April's kisses. Jasmine's
jacket was hanging open and April could see her gorgeous C cups straining
against the silk blouse. The phrase "fallen angel" leaped to mind.

Afraid if she stared much longer, she'd attack Jasmine all over again, she
glanced over towards the street. The young man from earlier was still
across the street, leaning against a light post, avidly watching the
alley. April could swear she could see the bulge in his pants from
here. She moved over to lean against the wall, her back to the street,
blocking the man's view of Jasmine. She reached behind her, grabbed the hem
of the shirt jacket she wore over a tank top, and lifted it up. Then,
quickly let go, letting the shirt fall back into place. She shifted to
stand on the other side of Jasmine, turning just in time to see the young
man spin on his heels and rush off down the street.

Jasmine watched the man disappear into the crowd. She had spotted him
earlier too.  When April pulled her into the alley and started kissing her,
she thought she was putting on a show for him, Jasmine finding a perverse
thrill from it. Now, watching him scurry away, she began feeling
suspicious. She pushed off from the wall, quickly spinning around to stand
behind April. Grabbing April's shirt, she lifted it up to find a .9mm Glock
tucked into the back of her jeans.

April jerked away, spinning to face Jasmine.

Jasmine exploded. "What the hell are you doing with that? Were the hell did
you get it?"

"I always carry a piece. I just wasn't able to bring mine with me on the
flight, so I picked one up when I got here. It's not that hard you know, if
you know where to look."

"And you know where to look," Jasmine's voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Uhuh. Every cities the same, Jasmine, the only thing different are the
faces."

"Are you out of your mind," Jasmine shouted. "There's no way you've had
time to get a permit. If a cop catches you with that you'll be facing
felony charges. Then you can kiss your license goodbye."

Jasmine glared at April. April stared right back, hands in her pockets,
looking somewhat bored. "I know. I don't plan on getting caught."

"No one ever does, cher. Get rid of that damn thing, or don't come back to
the office. I swear, if you show up with that gun, I'll call the police
myself." With that, Jasmine stormed out of the alley, heading back towards
her office building, straightening her clothes as she went.

April walked out to the edge of the alley, leaned against the corner of the
building and pulled out another cigarette. Lighting up, she watched Jasmine
disappear down the street.  She stood there for a few minutes, considering
her options. She didn't doubt that Jasmine would, indeed, call the police
on her. Glancing at her watch, she saw that it was almost time for her
meeting in John's office. The bodyguards she hired should already be here.
Making up her mind, April spotted a large trash container half way down the
alley and walked up to it.

She looked around to make sure no one could see her. She reached under her
shirt and pulled out the gun. She released the clip and freed the bullet
from the chamber, then, using her shirttail, wiped the gun down and tossed
it into the trash bin. She picked the extra bullet up off the ground and
worked it back into the clip, tucking the clip into her jeans pocket. She
may have had to toss the gun, but she'd be damned if she was leaving a
loaded weapon laying around for some fool to find. As she passed a
community trash can, she palmed the clip out of her pocket and dropped it
in. Now she felt naked, already regretting ditching the Glock. As she
neared Dupree Enterprises, she admitted to herself that losing the gun
wasn't the only thing bothering her. Finally getting a taste of Jasmine
Dupree, only to have her storm off, was what was really sticking in her
craw.

Spotting the drug store she had just bought the cigarettes in, she ducked
inside. She really was worn out and needed to get some caffeine into her
system. Walking up to the cooler, she snagged a couple bottles of Cherry
Coke, paid the clerk, and rushed across the street to the Dupree
building. Riding the elevator back up to the top floor, she glanced at her
watch again. She was late. Well, at least she'd get to make a grand
entrance.

Moments later, she pushed through John Dupree's office door to find all
three Duprees already there, plus her two security pros. Jade was sitting
on the couch, looking incredibly bored. Jasmine was standing in the far
corner; her arms wrapped around her stomach, looking out the window, her
back to the room. Their uncle stood behind his desk, Lisa and Tori, the
pros April had called, standing on either side of him.

The two newcomers where both tall and well built. Lisa looked a lot like
April. Both women were brunettes, their hair so dark some people thought it
was black. Both had brown eyes, but April's had a tinge of green, a genetic
gift from her mother. They even looked enough a like in the face, for
people to ask if they were related. Tori is a blue-eyed blonde.

April addressed the two bodyguards. "Thanks for coming on such short
notice. Have you met everyone yet?"

"John introduced us," Lisa replied.

Jasmine had turned around at the sound of April's voice, never once taking
her eyes off of her. April stood watching her for a minute, and then
deliberately turned her back to Jasmine. She set the cokes down on the
conference table and made a show of taking off her shirt jacket, folding it
over the back of a chair. She turned around and met Jasmine's eyes.

Jasmine smiled, relieved to see that April had listened to her and gotten
rid of the illegal gun. She had panicked when she saw it, afraid that April
would get caught with it.  Jasmine wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even
her sister, but the thought of facing this unknown foe, without April, was
too upsetting an option to even consider.

April saw the look of relief spread over Jasmine's face and made her final
decision.  Turning her attention back to the bodyguards, she started to
speak. "Slight change in plans. Lisa, I'm assigning you to Jade and Tori,
you've got John."

John spoke up just then, "What about Jasmine?"

April looked Jasmine dead in the eye. "I'm guarding Jasmine."

The room was silent for a moment. April watched a small smile spread across
Jasmine's face, giving her a very triumphant look. Uh, oh. I've got my
hands full here, April thought.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jade stand up and cross over to
her. Leaning in, Jade whispered in her ear. "Not me, cher?"

April felt the guilt deep in her gut. For a moment she couldn't look at
Jade and then, turning her head, whispered back. "I've already crossed the
line where you're concerned, Jade. Being your bodyguard when we've already
slept together is just too much, even for me."

Seeming to be satisfied with that answer, Jade headed for the door,
motioning Lisa to follow her. "I'm heading home, cher. Better hurry if you
want to keep up."

Lisa shot April a look as she passed her in a rush to keep Jade in
sight. April chuckled.  Lisa was already beginning to realize that she was
going to have her hands full. If nothing else, the Dupree sisters were
certainly a challenge.