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She felt the color drain from her face as the room swayed “You don’t mean…”

His expression was unreadable “I want you, chère”

Chapter Two

Striker waited for the inevitable blush to cover her face Three, two, one…and there it was He smirked When he’d first come back to the former United States, he’d discovered it held only three types of women There were the unenhanced, ere impossible to shock as they’d seen it all, done it all The wealthy enhanced, who tended to indulge their every whi to shock the hell out of them And then there were the ones like Friday Jones, who’d sold their souls to the co but work Those women, he scared the hell out of

He tended to avoid the glassy-eyed unenhanced, but he’d had his fair share of fun with the rich woued hiure, her milky skin and wide blue eyes, or the way she stood in front of hiued hied to find him He wasn’t an easy man to track down

“You can’t ht she’d turned mute

“Mean

what, chère?”

“Meandown into that ugly, formless jumpsuit she wore “You can’t want me”

“Oh, but I do” Not for the reasons she had into watch her think it No, he ht be a bastard, and he sure as hell had done sos in his life, but he’d never forced a woh Friday’s head, he wasn’t about to start now

She gaped at him like a pretty fish stuck in an aquariuun on the table, within easy reach This wo honest, she had a large chunk of Enforcement on her tail If they crashed the bar, he wanted to be able to shoot his way out of trouble So his lifetime

“Sit down” It was an order He didn’t need her fainting in front of him

She sat slowly and cautiously, as though dazed Long dark lashes fluttered as she stared at him

He leaned over the table “I want a year of your time That’s my price Take it or leave it”

Her throat bobbed as she sed hard She licked plump, ruby-colored lips that ht back down This negotiation wasn’t about sex It was about survival