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Authors: Gail Faulkner
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don’t think there’d be a power struggle between us?” Jas was momentary amazed at this unusual bit of male reasoning and realized there hadn’t been much of a power struggle so far. There’d been a whole hell of a lot of sexual tension, but no question that it was up to her to say yes or no.
He’d handed over control, even in front of the two idiots last night. Doing it without subterfuge about his own abilities. No flowery compliments or slick innuendoes about what a lucky girl she was to have this respect from him. Unlike every other powerful male she’d ever met, this one seemed to have no need to prove anything.
“Nope. I damn well adore every dangerous talent you have. Your military background makes it so I don’t have to explain who I am. I think we’d go at it like wild animals, but in the sack. Can’t imagine there would enough beds in the world for at least six months.” He grinned in his lazy way that wasn’t lazy at all.
“Why is it so important the crew thinks we’re bumping uglies and likin’ it? Can’t we just be white about it? You know, smiley but proper.”
Blaster barked out a laugh at that. “Do I look proper to you? Would you believe I’d care about proper if I want a woman? Hell, that’s not gonna work. Are you concerned that I’ll take advantage of you and start groping? I’m well aware of the rules, relax, but we need to appear as natural as possible with each other.
“I don’t think this room is bugged, I’ve gone over it. Bad guy has eyes on you but not ears. I’d like him to believe getting to you involves goin’ through me. It might stop him in the short term so Barry can finish this film. Then you and I have all the time in the world to work a permanent fix.”
“He’ll know who you are? Knows and thinks your ass is scary enough for him to lay off?”
Blaster shrugged with a little grin. “If he’s got any connections, he’ll be shitting big ones shortly. Anything happens to me, he has a team to deal with. He’s gonna understand what that means.”
Jas snorted and laughed. “Careful, you could damage yourself on that ego, Huck.”
Blaster lifted her hand, turning it over so his lips feathered the inside of her wrist as his eyes remained locked with hers. “Don’t worry, what’s likely to damage me is sitting beside me,” he whispered across the beat of her vein under the thin covering of sensitive skin.
“I thought you didn’t want to lose a limb, Huck. We don’t have an audience.” In the second it took to change the mood, her eyes were narrowed and her body tensed. Threat rippled around them.
He let go of her hand and stood. “Wanted you ready, Sheena. That’s the dangerous bitc…ahh…woman who gets me going.” Grinning big, he stepped back as she stood. “So what’s the schedule for today?” Shrugging into his shoulder holster, he watched her slip a little pistol into the top of the knee-high boots, put on a harness with double gun holsters and knife sheath down from the neck in back.
“First a rundown on the choreography for the next fight scene then breakfast, makeup and costume trailer. Shoot a few scenes and hopefully get most of them done.” Jas pulled on the silk bomber jacket that was just loose enough to hide her arsenal. The stretchy waist snapped together. She left the rest of the jacket open in an enticing view.
Standing before him in clingy black pants, which were tucked into the tall soft boots, a sandstone tank top and the black silk bomber jacket, she was class wrapped around deadly intent.
Beautiful eyes were coldly direct as she looked at him. “I’ll go along with your little plan, Huckleberry. I agree with most of your reasoning if you are who you say you are. Here is a safety tip for you though. I am a dangerous bitch, no preparation required. I was raised in a combat zone. I don’t know how to stand down from full alert. If you think I’m relaxed,
He’d handed over control, even in front of the two idiots last night. Doing it without subterfuge about his own abilities. No flowery compliments or slick innuendoes about what a lucky girl she was to have this respect from him. Unlike every other powerful male she’d ever met, this one seemed to have no need to prove anything.
“Nope. I damn well adore every dangerous talent you have. Your military background makes it so I don’t have to explain who I am. I think we’d go at it like wild animals, but in the sack. Can’t imagine there would enough beds in the world for at least six months.” He grinned in his lazy way that wasn’t lazy at all.
“Why is it so important the crew thinks we’re bumping uglies and likin’ it? Can’t we just be white about it? You know, smiley but proper.”
Blaster barked out a laugh at that. “Do I look proper to you? Would you believe I’d care about proper if I want a woman? Hell, that’s not gonna work. Are you concerned that I’ll take advantage of you and start groping? I’m well aware of the rules, relax, but we need to appear as natural as possible with each other.
“I don’t think this room is bugged, I’ve gone over it. Bad guy has eyes on you but not ears. I’d like him to believe getting to you involves goin’ through me. It might stop him in the short term so Barry can finish this film. Then you and I have all the time in the world to work a permanent fix.”
“He’ll know who you are? Knows and thinks your ass is scary enough for him to lay off?”
Blaster shrugged with a little grin. “If he’s got any connections, he’ll be shitting big ones shortly. Anything happens to me, he has a team to deal with. He’s gonna understand what that means.”
Jas snorted and laughed. “Careful, you could damage yourself on that ego, Huck.”
Blaster lifted her hand, turning it over so his lips feathered the inside of her wrist as his eyes remained locked with hers. “Don’t worry, what’s likely to damage me is sitting beside me,” he whispered across the beat of her vein under the thin covering of sensitive skin.
“I thought you didn’t want to lose a limb, Huck. We don’t have an audience.” In the second it took to change the mood, her eyes were narrowed and her body tensed. Threat rippled around them.
He let go of her hand and stood. “Wanted you ready, Sheena. That’s the dangerous bitc…ahh…woman who gets me going.” Grinning big, he stepped back as she stood. “So what’s the schedule for today?” Shrugging into his shoulder holster, he watched her slip a little pistol into the top of the knee-high boots, put on a harness with double gun holsters and knife sheath down from the neck in back.
“First a rundown on the choreography for the next fight scene then breakfast, makeup and costume trailer. Shoot a few scenes and hopefully get most of them done.” Jas pulled on the silk bomber jacket that was just loose enough to hide her arsenal. The stretchy waist snapped together. She left the rest of the jacket open in an enticing view.
Standing before him in clingy black pants, which were tucked into the tall soft boots, a sandstone tank top and the black silk bomber jacket, she was class wrapped around deadly intent.
Beautiful eyes were coldly direct as she looked at him. “I’ll go along with your little plan, Huckleberry. I agree with most of your reasoning if you are who you say you are. Here is a safety tip for you though. I am a dangerous bitch, no preparation required. I was raised in a combat zone. I don’t know how to stand down from full alert. If you think I’m relaxed,
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