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“I mean, you were looking.Felt like you deserved a show.”

“Then let me offer my heartfelt thanks.”

Nomi let the grin break free.“Besides studying my boobs, was there a reason you were intercepting me in the parking lot?”

“Well, I got some self-defense practice.”

“You duck really well.”

“Thank you.”He tucked his hands in his front pockets.The front of his dark jeans sagged as he pushed down, exposing a little strip of skin between the top of the pants and the hem of his Henley.

“Now who’s looking.”

Nomi jerked her attention to his face and met his wide smile with a rueful one of her own.Hitching her bag higher on her shoulder, Nomi once more crossed her arms—this time careful not to pull down on her shirt.

“Now that we’ve established we’d both survive an encounter in a parking lot with someone sketchy—” She flashed him a smile, but it was forced, because her next words hurt.“—I have to go.”

“Go, go?You’re leaving the club?”

Nomi froze, the question unexpected from this stranger, but what surprised her was the intensity of her own reaction.Her whole body went tight as every nerve ending in her body screamed “no.”Damn it, this wasn’t fair.It wasn’t fair and she didn’t want to go.She didn’t want to leave Las Palmas.

She cleared her throat, pressing her nails into her arms as she kept them crossed.That was enough to ensure her voice was steady when she spoke.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“Of course you do.”His brows lowered, forming a nearly straight line above his eyes and there was something so stern and foreboding in that look that her blood warmed with arousal.

“Nomiki, has someone in the club ignored your hard limits?Or safe word?If that happened, and that’s why the game scares you—”

“No.No it’s not…not that.And who says I’m scared?”

He raised his brows.It was the same expression he’d had back in the Conclave.

“I’m not scared.”That was a big fat lie.She was scared of being treated badly.Scared of being hurt both physically and emotionally.

His brows were still raised, but he nodded once.“Okay, let's say you’re not scared.”

She stiffened.“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m not.I’m humoring you.”

“Wow.That’s not better.”

“Sure it is.Humoring is definitely better than patronizing.”

Despite herself, Nomi smiled.“Okay, let’s just say that I weighed the possible outcomes, and the safest option is for me to opt out of the game, which means I have to leave the club.”

He nodded slowly.“Okay, Nomiki, let's say that’s true.Maybe—”

She stopped listening as something occurred to her.He was calling her by her full name.She only really used that at work.Most people knew her as Nomi, and when she was at Las Palmas, she introduced herself as Nomi.

She jerked her attention back to him, interrupting him mid-sentence.“How do you know my name?Wait, first, what’s your name?”

Her dark-haired pseudo-assailant stuck out his hand.“Tareq Zine.”

Nomi eyed his hand, then carefully placed her own in his.The feeling of his fingers closing around hers made her stomach tense.His hand was broad and warm, with blunt fingers that would feel nice and thick—

“Nomi,” she rushed to say.“Nomi Thalia.”

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