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one more to be completely satisfied.”
    Carla balled her fist at her side.  If she didn’t, she’d smack the cocky smirk right off his face.  She didn’t care that he was an FBI agent; to her he was a man with a bad ass attitude. She didn’t like men with bad attitudes no matter what race or how handsome they were.
    She narrowed her brows and clenched her teeth. “Then get ready, here comes your big finish—SCREW YOU!”
    His deep laugh filled the small kitchen that had wooden floors and log walls.  The whole cabin was that way.  It was very rustic with no thought in the decorating process or any windows to give it a country-cabin feeling.  It felt more like a prison cell with room to move around.
    He stopped laughing and glared at her. “You will learn to accept that this is not a game.  You need me to stay alive. It’s my duty to keep you alive.  We’re not required to like each other.”  He moved away from the sink. “Good night, ma’am.”
    Frustrated, Carla walked to the front door; she needed some air.  Turning the knob, the door wouldn’t open.  She looked for a lock or latch; there was nothing. She was trapped.  She banged on the door with her fists knowing no one would hear her.  Flopping on the uncomfortable couch, she bit down on her lower lip to stop her tears.  “He’s right.  I’m caught in the in trap of some unknown shit.”
    Cut off from everything, for God only knows how long, Carla stared into the distance not focusing on anything.  She was at the mercy of a man who didn’t respect her as a woman. How was she supposed to survive being trapped with a person like him?  It would be better to let her fend for herself.  If someone came after her, she had enough sense to go to the police. A tear escaped her eye and ran down her cheek.  “And to think I helped his ass; what a fool I am.”
    She blinked her eyes to clear the tears.  Exhaustion was getting the best of her.  Dragging her body off the couch she went to the bedroom.  Opening the door, she saw him lying on the bed.  Figures he’d take this room . She started to close the door but gave him a long look over.  He looked so different now than in the bus shelter.  Shirtless and wearing only his boxers, he lay on the bed sleeping.  His arms were crossed over his torso that appeared well-muscled and moved up and down in beat with his shallow breathing. His legs were long and his thighs muscular.
    Carla didn’t move closer to him.  He was a Fed and probably a light sleeper.  He would detect her presence in the room if she got to close to him.  She shook her head watching him sleep.  She couldn’t recall the color of his eyes, but his hair was a soft sandy brown and cut short.  He was good-looking with a hint of scruff covering his jaws.  Too bad you’re such a prick.  Otherwise, you’d be one handsome dude .  She closed the door and found the other bedroom.  Of course, it was smaller, hot and didn’t have a window.  She took off the shirt and lay on the bed.  With no windows to open to circulate any air, she doubted she would get any sleep in the sweatbox.  She turned on her side and closed her eyes hoping that wouldn’t be the case.
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    Zach yawned and scratched his head.  It was hot and impossible to sleep. He turned on the light in the bathroom; it released a dull yellow glow.  He figured the generator must be on the brink, or he didn’t power it up enough.  He would have to take a look.  They wouldn’t be able to stay in the cabin without using the air conditioners.  He would check on it after using the bathroom.  He noticed the underwear on the tub.  He picked up the bra and dangled it between his fingers.  The lacy blue material was slightly damp.  He lifted his brow surprised how small the cups were. He hadn’t really looked at her other than her face.
    He put the bra back and picked up the matching panties.  Spreading them open, they too were small.  “Damn, how little is