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enjoy your work,” he said with a low voice that was downright burning with acid.  
    The insult jolted Kara back to realty, and she stiffened, her hot blood going icy. What was wrong with her? How had she let herself get lost in this man? He was the enemy. She was just another whore to pleasure him before he did who knew what to her to make her pay for Denver. Suddenly being bound and at his mercy wasn’t erotic at all. It was dangerous. He was dangerous. She, well she was just a fool.  
    Adrenaline exploded from Kara and she acted without thought, seeking escape. Swiftly, she twisted around, managing to take him off guard, and he wasn’t able to stop her.   She wobbled without her hands free though, and he was already on his feet, wrapping her in his embrace, and melding their bodies together.  
    “Easy now, sweetheart,” he warned, his long hair falling loose from the clasp at his neck, and damn it, it made him look sexy. Like a sexy asshole who was probably a murderer just like Mendez.  
    “I’m not your whore or Mendez’s,” she hissed.  
    “You fucked me for a bonus in Denver.” His voice was hard, his eyes even harder.  
    “I told you that wasn’t part of the job any more than tonight is.”
    “That’s not what Mendez said.”  
    Kara’s stomach knotted with this news despite already assuming as much. Suddenly, she was intensely aware, and resentful, of her nipples pressing into his chest, of her being naked and him fully dressed. “You both have the wrong girl, then.”
    His hand went to her hair, twining almost roughly around a section. “So it’s okay to drug me but not fuck me for money?”
    There it was. A verbal slap. How had she expected less? “You’re here. You got the job. Isn’t that what matters?”
    “If the results what you want, then the means to which you get it with doesn’t matter. Is that how you sell things to yourself?”  
      “I never intended to sleep with you,” she blurted, unsure why it was so important he believe her, unsure why her voice trembled when she never lost her composure. “It just happened.”
    “I thought it was necessary?”
    “I could have drugged you without staying.”
    His eyes narrowed. “I doubt that, sweetheart.”
    “Do you even remember how I drugged you?”
    His expression darkened. “Why don’t you tell me.”
    “How I did it isn’t important.” She drew a breath and let it out, softening her voice. “What’s important is that I didn’t have to get naked to do it. I didn’t. I promise you. I stayed by choice.”  
    “By choice,” he said, his voice tight, gravely.  
    “Yes,” she whispered. “By choice.”
    He stared at her long and hard, and the air thickened around them. She felt his muscles coil beneath her touch, sensed the anger in him begin to shift, change. His gaze darkened, heated, flickering with something she couldn’t read, something intense, that quickly turned scorching hot. Desire radiated off of him, consuming her in the process. Suddenly she felt him everywhere, inside and out. His fingers flexed in her hair and it was as if a band had been pulled tight and snapped between them. They moved at the same time, leaning into each other, reaching for more, whatever more might be.  
    His mouth slanted over hers, his tongue pressing past her teeth, stroking deep, tasting her, claiming her. Passion overcame her, washing over her in a wicked flush of tingling skin and the tremble of her legs. But there was more than passion and desire. There was so much more. Too much more. There were emotions she didn’t understand, emotions that were dangerous with a man who could destroy her. And there was relief, crazy ridiculous relief, that he knew the truth now. That he knew that she hadn’t slept with him for anyone but herself. She cared what he believed of her when she shouldn’t care at all. It was insanity. He made her crazy, opened her up inside and exposed something raw and vulnerable that she didn’t