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God, he hadn’t changed. In eight years, most people managed to mature a little bit, but Dawg was still Dawg. Just a little darker, a little more dangerous, but still determined to have everything his own way.
“I don’t think so. ” His big hand shackled her wrist as she moved to shove the key into the lock of the Rodeo.
Crista stood still, freezing as anger threatened to overwhelm her.
“I can’t believe you. ” She tried to jerk her arm ba
ck, then stared at his fingers as he refused to release her.
They were shackled on her wrist like irons, snug enough to hold her in place, to remind her that he was bigger, stronger, harder than she was.
“What can’t you believe about me?” he asked, drawing her along with him to the truck where it sat, driver’s side door still standing open, a few feet behind him.
“Let me go, Dawg! I have to go job hunting,” she sneered with false sweetness. “Someone cost me this job. ”
Mocking disbelief filled his face. “No! Someone got you fired? Shame on them. ”
Wicked amusement filled his eyes, almost playful, inviting her to share in the fun when he had just taken her only means of support.
When she jerked her wrist back this time, he let her go.
“Tell me, Dawg, how do you expect me to support myself? To pay my bills? To keep my car? I don’t have a job now because of you. ”
“You have a job. ” The playful amusement left his expression.
“I have a job?” she jeered bitterly. “Let me guess, you’re going to pay me to play your whore?”
His expression stilled then. “Get in the truck. ”
She should have been nervous. She had seen that expression on her brother’s face before, and it was one that was best avoided. One she would have avoided if she weren’t so damned mad.
She knew what he expected, and it enraged her.
“Not on your egotistical little life!” Her hand slapped against his chest as she felt anger engulf her.
“I have a job to—”
The breath rushed from her chest as he jerked her to him, her breasts flush against his broad chest, the fingers of one broad hand tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back, his gaze imprisoning hers as she stared back at him in shock.
“We made a deal. ” His voice rasped with something akin to anger, and yet it went deeper than anger.
Crista trembled as she stared into the light green eyes and the determination that glowed inside them.
“That deal didn’t include stealing my job and my life. You had no right to do this. ”
“My bed, or jail. My terms. And my terms say that while you’re sharing my bed, then by God you
’ll share when I want you there, not when you have time for me. ”
Shock filled her, and not for the first time. This wasn’t the Dawg she had known eight years before, but he was the man who had taken her that night so long ago.
The veneer of teasing charm had been stripped away, and in its place was a man she wasn’t certain she could handle.
“You won’t arrest me. ” Her voice trembled. “You know I wasn’t doing anything wrong. ”
“We have a deal,” he repeated. “Now get your ass in that truck. We’ll discuss the terms of it back at the houseboat, but we will not discuss them here, in the middle of a goddamned parking lot. ”
He didn’t give her time to argue. He picked her up by her waist, turned, and pushed her into the vehicle.
