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She released the breath, her pulse racing.
“The offer’s still open if you want work.” He put his t-shirt on and started strapping on his holster as she lay there half-naked on the bed, her pussy still pulsing.
Was he even human? She knew damn well he’d had a hard-on for her.
Graciella leaned up on her elbows. “What the hell are you doing?”
He smirked, a barely-there evil smirk.
She leaned over and grabbed her dress off the floor, quickly pulling it on to cover herself. She absolutely hated how small he made her feel. “Couldn’t go through with it? Let me guess, the thought of other men fucking me was too much of a turn off.”
He just stood there, quiet, unmoving, staring down at her.
“I’m just a dirty whore, right?”
This time, he inhaled and narrowed his eyes. His intensity would make most men piss themselves.
“First of all, I don’t fuck unwilling women. Your body says you’re ready, but you’re not. Secondly, once I do claim that body, and I will, no other man will have the pleasure again. I’ll have to consider killing everyone who’s ever touched you once you’re mine.”
“That’ll be a full-time job.”
His rejection stung. A frog grew in her throat. What was he doing to her? Why couldn’t he just screw her like everyone else she seduced? It would have given her power and enabled her to play him for inside information. She was good at her job and never thought twice about using every situation to her advantage.
This was different.
No matter how hard she tried to push him, he never took the bait. He was trying to toy with her, make her feel special when she wasn’t. Boss didn’t take women seriously, so if she thought she was different, she was a fool.
“You should really stop thinking so low of yourself. I don’t judge people by their pasts. Give yourself a break, Graciella.” He headed to the door. She wanted to beg him to stay, to continue what they’d started, but he was right. About everything.
She was pulling at straws now. “How would Xavier feel about you coming to my cabin?”
He scoffed. “El Diablo works for me. Not the other way around.”
Then he was gone.
She touched her lips, his kiss still lingering.
Once he drove away, his car completely off her radar, her cell phone went off.
“Have a nice visit?”
Viko had once been her savior, now, not so much. She knew exactly where she stood when it came to him. As long as she was useful or in debt to him, he tolerated her.
“Why are you watching me?”
“I’ve thought of a way for you to pay off your debt to me.”
She sat up straighter, adjusting the phone. “How much?”
“All of it.”
Graciella swallowed hard. One of the hardest things she had to deal with in her adult life was being in debt. She hated being at the mercy of anyone, especially a man like Viko Fedorov.
“I’m listening.”
“Kill him.”
“Who?”
