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could scarcely even now get over the way my body betrayed me by responding so eagerly to him, as if needing nothing but his skilled touch. Not my finest hour for damn sure. Now that I had met him, I’d make sure I was much more prepared from here on out. Of all the times I had imagined what it would be like to be an agent with the DEA, I had never fathomed having to use my body instead of my mind to get the job done. I had been naive to think the two could be kept separate and learning that the hard way had scared the hell out of me.
    The cab ride from Indulgence to my fake apartment was too quick to allow me to get my muddled thoughts straightened out. It would take far more than a cab ride for that to happen. I was a hot freaking mess for damn sure. My body trembled, as if I could still feel the sizzling heat of Nikola’s hands caressing me sinfully. A chill rippled down my spine as I remembered how his fingers ghosted across my naked flesh, commanding my body to do as he wished with a mere touch.
    The cabbie pulled to a stop suddenly, my body lurching forward, head slamming into the Plexiglas divider. A sharp pain shattered the naughty thoughts in an instant, bringing me back to the real world where I belonged. “Ouch! What the hell?” I screeched.
    Lifting my shaking hand to my forehead, I was surprised to find I wasn’t bleeding. I continued to rub my aching forehead, blindly thrusting a few wrinkled bills into the man’s hand as he rambled in a language I didn’t understand. “Learn to drive, you bastard,” I muttered, slamming the cab door closed.
    A few minutes later, I was safe in the confines of my apartment, feeling a little safer with the knowledge that my handler was living next door. It was then that I finally began to feel comfortable again in my traitorous skin for the first time all night. I didn’t know what the hell had gotten into me but I was ashamed of my actions. Ashamed. Horrified. Disgusted. The whole sordid interaction – however hot and thrilling it had been – should’ve never gone as far I let it go, not with a man like Nikola.
    It didn’t take very long before it felt as though the walls of my fake life were slowly beginning to close in on me. I needed to get a grasp on things and fast. The only thing that popped into my head was why I was here – work. This wasn’t a vacation, and it wasn’t an excuse to party with an evil man who lit my senses on fire. It was time to get serious or throw in the towel.
    I headed next door to talk with my handler, James Green, who just so happened to also be the director of the New York DEA. He was the man with all the power, and he wanted to take down these guys as much as I wanted to. My only fear was that he would view my actions as a weakness and send me back to my boring desk job, where I would remain shackled to a life of endless paperwork. The mere thought of having that life on a permanent basis made my heart lurch in my chest. I didn’t want that.
    Director Green opened his door, one eyebrow raised. He obviously hadn’t expected me to stop by tonight. Waving me inside, I made my way across the sparse apartment. The furnishings consisted of little more than a table covered with computers and surveillance equipment and a folding chair. I sat in the chair. The two of us looked at each other, neither seeming eager to start the conversation. After several minutes of silence, I began to recount the events of the night, keeping my eyes downcast for fear of what I might see if I looked him in the face. When the tears came, I felt like a little girl, waiting to be scolded for being a slut on my first mission. My stomach churning as the words slid like poison from my mouth, tainting everything they touched. Shaking my head as anger and embarrassment coursed through my veins, I was unable to hold back the one statement I never believed I would ever say. “Maybe I wasn’t ready for this.”
    “Corsica, look at me,” the director said, handing