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skills to ever deactivate her again.”
    Tarik put space between their faces and looked into her eyes. “I prefer the real thing.” He wanted her to understand that, for him, if all he wanted was to come, he’d use the bot. Being with Shon left him vulnerable but not afraid. “I’ve never needed a fem-bot.” But he was beginning to understand he did need Shon.
    “No, I don’t suspect you would.” She lifted off his lap. With a mischievous arched brow, she said, “We can still use her as a toy, though.” Stepping over her shredded clothing, Shon excused herself to the restroom. “Can you see if there is anything I can wear? These leggings were all I could find earlier.”
    Tarik stood. “I prefer you naked.”
    “I can’t hide a weapon if I’m naked,” she said. “You need my help.”
    He supposed she had a point. Hopefully, within a few hours, they’d be deep into the Rincon and avoid any Tri’Neith entanglements. But if they didn’t, she needed to be armed. Tarik righted his pants, took the shirt discarded hours before and slipped it back on.
    In the wardrobe, he found flowing, silk balloon pants. The translucent fabric shimmered. Every delicious curve on her body would show. So would any weapon. Fuck, in this she would be the weapon.
    “Shon,” he hollered through the door. “I’ll be on the bridge. I found you something to wear. It’s on the bed. Join me when you’re ready.”

Chapter Five
    With each step, her heart raced. The sheer material of the loose blouse revealed her puckered nipples and created shadow with her cleavage. The pantaloons, made of the same gauzy material, showed everything from the crack of her ass to the slit in her pussy. Why was she wearing this? She was a reporter, a serious journalist, and she looked like she belonged in a harem.
    Because if all she had left were a few hours with Tarik, she wanted to spend them thinking about anything but what lay ahead in the Rincon. She could only hope Darcolm could help. A flutter rippled in her stomach. Going against Tarik was dangerous. But he’d see that sometimes trust had to be placed in others. Trust, but with caution.
    Flying into the Rincon with a fleet of Tri’Neith vessels pursuing was akin to suicide. Rational or not, now that she’d met Tarik, believed in his mission—believed in him—she had to do all she could. Darcolm had trusted in her, had helped her get aboard BioOne, because he believed in her. She knew he was doing everything he could to ensure their successful escape.
    If there was one person, besides Tarik, who would always have her back, it was Darcolm.
    Before they reached the Rincon, she had to tell Tarik what she’d done, that she’d made contact. Initially, he’d be upset. But until he’d come back to the captain’s quarters, she’d decided she was as much on her own as Tarik insisted on being on his.
    This would be a minor setback in their progress, but one easily overcome once Tarik realized Darcolm wasn’t a threat. She glanced down at her body. This outfit just might temper Tarik’s anger. Once again, she’d use sex to achieve her objective. Right now, that was keeping Tarik and BioOne safe.
    She stepped onto the bridge. As if sensing her presence, he turned.
    “Hi,” she said, suddenly nervous. He both excited and terrified her. Strong, determined, and sexy. He was a man with a mission. Although they’d shared passion, he hadn’t shared his secrets. He said he trusted her but hadn’t trusted in her judgment.
    Tarik’s gaze roamed over her figure.
    “Captain Javis must have enjoyed dressing up his fem-bot.” She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands. She clasped them behind her back, but that thrust her breasts forward. She moved them in front, but that felt as if she were hiding. She wasn’t. Finally, she let her arms drop to her sides.
    “Come here.” He held out his hand.
    Shon approached, sliding her palm into his.
    Tarik shifted her to stand in front of him, banding one