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part of my show, I would back off. I wouldn't want her uncomfortable or ashamed, any more than she would want to be.
    Right now, Stealth doesn't perceive me as a threat or an irritant. She's enjoying herself. This conversation is happening because she wants it to.
    Huh.
    I ask, intently, “And when it's not personal for you?”
    Her gaze flicks over my shoulder, and she edges into my space. I wrap my fingers around her arm. She sighs and holds my gaze.
    “ Do you want me to absolve you of all your sins? Tell you you're not an user? An asshole? What do you want, Nate?”
    I want to wake up in the morning and not taste her in my mouth. I want her on my bed, spread eagle and panting for me. I want to know if I can change her walk. Fuck, if I could, she would rule the universe with her hip sway.
    I track my thumb over her forearm. “Give me the name I want.”
    Her inhale is slow, deep. “And then what? You ruin her life some more?”
    My fingers tighten on her. “Keep that secret then.”
    Her lids lower and so does her voice. “In exchange for what?” Husky words.
    My cock pulls tight at her voice, her scent crowding my space. “You know what.”
    Her body leans against mine. My fingers twitch, itching to check her pulse to see if its race matches mine. Our chemistry isn't all in my head. I skim my thumb over her wrist. Her mouth parts in invitation. She wants to fuck me. What happened in the club between us was real. Not the revenge shit, but her pussy being wet for me.
    Dropping my hand down to my side, I narrow my gaze on her, intent to catch every tell. “You know what I am.” I let her linger over that thought. “Are you saying I could destroy your world?”
    Her face transforms with a laugh. “There wasn't any CIA to help you find me. It was all you. You spent hours on the Internet until you did. All because you like the way I taste.” She pops the top on her drink, takes her time sipping it, and then she meets my gaze again. “Do you want another, Nate? What will you do to get it?”
    Truth? I'd sell my left nut.
    But the important question is: how the fuck does she know or even suspect I will give up my left nut?
    “ My friends helped me find you.” I answer her unasked question. “No CIA in the bunch.”
    Her brows flick up. Is her reaction surprise that I've told her the truth or that I have friends?
    “ Are they as perverted as you?”
    That's a hard question to answer. “Want to meet them? Let them put their hand up your skirt and fondle you, too?” I place my thumb on her wrist and caress.
    “ No, Nate.” She says in a way that's filled with sweetness and light. There's a hard glint in her eyes though. I think she wants to throat-punch me. “You're just special, and you warranted extreme measures.”
    She doesn't hit me, so I drag my hand down to her wrist. I press the tips of my fingers against her pulse. It's racing. “Who is this person to you? You let me, someone you clearly detest, stick his fingers in your cunt?”
    Not a single flinch, and I could write an essay about why one should never say the word cunt to a woman. I'm poking at every conceivable soft spot she can have, and nothing. My cock should have shriveled five minutes ago. He's half awake, ready for the ‘go’ signal. I wish I can say she is some kind of ice queen, but Stealth has heat in her gaze.
    I'm tempted to pick her up and throw her over my shoulder. A private place like the backseat of my car would do for this conversation. I wouldn't need her naked, just her pants and thong off. Yes. Thong. I've checked.
    “ No,” she says.
    “ What?”
    “ I can see what you're thinking. I'm not going somewhere alone with you to talk. Actually I'm going to talk to Samantha when she gets here, and you can go away. Or wait in vain for me to notice your existence again.”
    Samantha. I was going to fucking remember that. From here on out, I'm going to use my memory for useless shit. “Is she the one? Did you hear about me