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Bailey let a smile touch her lips. “Well, I have to admit, I was hoping for more than such an asinine test. Warbucks likes to play games, but this is going a bit far.”
She had no doubt Warbucks didn’t know exactly what he was doing, though.
John’s lips tightened in irritation. She could see the anger brewing in his eyes, building inside him. He looked like he was ready to explode. For a moment Bailey felt the familiar excitement surge inside her. It was sexual, sensual, dangerous. She had just pushed past a boundary she had somehow instinctively known had a limit. She had made herself a target.
Inhaling slowly, deeply, she watched as he rose from his chair, his expression hardening.
“Tell me, Bailey, exactly how did you convince a man like Warbucks to test you? To believe he could trust you?” His hands flattened on the table as he glared back at her. “What have you done, Bailey?”
The sound of his voice sent a rush of sensation tearing up her spine. It was like a ghostly finger of pleasure. It radiated to the back of her neck where it seemed to explode in pleasure and excitement.
“What have I done?” The words were pushed between gritted teeth. She smiled again. A tight, furious smile. “I found his weakness, John. Information. Contacts. The type that can lead him to prizes far richer than he’s had before. Prizes he can only obtain through me.”
“Prizes like CROSSFIRE?” he snapped.
Bailey blinked back at him in surprise. “CROSSFIRE? The missiles?”
“The missiles,” he snarled back. “Did you give those to him, Bailey?”
Bailey shook her head, realization dawning. “He has CROSSFIRE?”
“He does.”
She nodded slowly. “He has the missiles, but guess what?”
John straightened. “What?”
“Warbucks needs me now, John. He has the missiles, but only I can provide authenticity to the sell, lover.” Her smile was pure amusement. She had him now. Warbucks would be hers. “You see, he has the missiles, possibly the
launcher. But what he doesn’t have is what any buyer will demand.”
“And that is?”
“The key to unlock the firing mechanism. And that is something that only I can get for him.”
Bailey rose to her feet. She could taste the triumph now. After all these years, the blood Warbucks had spilled, the deaths he had ordered. He was finally going to pay.
“You see,” she continued, “those missiles were developed originally as a toy for the CIA. I was there during its first test and I made sure I knew all there was to know about it. I have the code. And I’m the only one he can come to for it.”
“So why not torture you to get it?” The anger was barely contained now. Bailey could almost taste it, it was pouring from him.
“It doesn’t work that way,” she laughed lightly. “Remember that Serborne fortune? He can’t jeopardize that just yet. First he’ll see if I’m as good as I’m pretending to be. He’ll test me. He’ll see if I’m ready to join him or betray him. He’ll pull me in, implicate me, get me where he thinks he wants me. He thinks he has me where he wants me now. I guess he didn’t bargain on you, huh?”
She loved it. She had worked for it. So many years playing both sides, protecting a traitor, fighting to learn his identity before he decided to kill her.
“Do you know what you’ve done?”
Before she could avoid him, John moved around the table, gripped her shoulders, and jerked her against him. “Do you realize the risk you’ve taken?”
She stared back at him. “I succeeded.”
“Bullshit!”
Her eyes widened. “He needs me now. He had no choice but to let me in. He can’t kill me. There’s no way to get rid of me. You’re just pissed because you can’t have the upper hand. Admit it, John, you hate it because I did what you and your nifty little group of boys couldn’t do. I got close enough to Warbucks to tempt him. He’s mine.”
“He’ll kill you,” John snapped.
“Then I guess you’ll just have to protect me.” She moved against him, let her lower stomach cushion his denim-covered cock as her hands smoothed up his chest. “Wanna be my bodyguard?”
