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scientist, not some horse to bet on.
    And yet…there was more than that. She looked down, too aware of the bulk of Dankyo inches away, of his body’s scent and that of his garments. Everything rolled together. Her lack of clothes made her female vulnerability come to the fore, where it tangled up with her logical, don’t-fuck-with-me self. Two men with her, in a small room where her every breath was clogged with their essence. The thick sexuality made her skin tingle. Made her dread.
    Something terrible seemed just there , beyond her fingertips.
    Fantasies surfaced—the ones she always had, late at night, in dreams and nightmares. The ones where she lay helpless while a man did as he liked with her body; the ones that played in her mind when her staid, sensible lovers took her to the brink: the ones that she needed every single time to reach orgasm. The rape fantasies she’d never told anyone, ever.
    Damn. They’re just imaginary, leave them be, stupid . Except now, it was Dankyo featuring front and center, inside her head, toying with her, doing what he wanted, bending her over the timber, wrenching down her panties…
    What was worse, she knew all about his patron, Theo Kevonis, and what he got up to with his woman. Dankyo would know how to handle a woman who wanted what she did.
    “Sofia?” Dankyo prompted.
    “I’m okay.” She swallowed.
    Her pussy clenched. If he touches me…
    “Think your bet’s lost,” Sten said drily.
    Her whole body throbbed, and her throat tightened. Want, need, and logic spun out of control. She tensed every muscle and fought off the choking fog of desire.
    I’m not a thing!
    She glared at the cannon. Fuck them.
    This is just another puzzle . The way of the cannon’s mechanism slipped into her mind like a well-worn key in a lock. She took a half step sideways, slapped off the safety catches, grasped the handgrips, and was a millisecond away from blowing the little green balloon into smithereens when somebody grabbed her waist and hauled her off.
    She wriggled. Four hands were on her. Sten released her and stepped away.
    “Jeepers, little lady, don’t do that again. That fuckin’ cannon’s bullets cost me a day’s income if you shoot off a whole belt.”
    “Language, sir.” Dankyo’s voice rumbled like a load of rocks sliding down a chute. He straightened her tunic. Her mind was in disarray. Thoughts tumbled. She stared down at herself. See-through. Sprays of yellow daisies all through the cloth. Pretty . She let Dankyo handle her like some doll. She trembled.
    Forget he’s holding you. Damn damn damn . But she couldn’t stop thinking of how wet she was between her legs. Of his fingers at her waist and how he warmed her. And the longer he touched her, the wetter she became.
    Focus.
    Sofia stared at her shaking hands. “I’m sorry. I just…”
    “Hey, it’s okay.” Sten resumed leaning on the wall. “Just carry on. I guess I upset you earlier. Pay attention to your man. Do your shooting and we’ll all be done sooner than later. Forget our silly bet.”
    “Yes. Forget.” Dankyo nudged up her chin with his fingers.
    Mmm . The casual touch mesmerized her. She tilted up her head a little more and made herself meet his eyes. His dark brown eyes. Looking at her. Did he see what she felt? God. No . She tensed more, clamping down so she wouldn’t reveal how he affected her.
    “Sofia, I don’t know what went wrong there, but I’m…”
    She shivered, once, and felt it travel all the way down her body. Damn.
    Dankyo stayed silent, but his eyes brightened.
    Talk. Answer him.
    “It was just nerves,” she said quietly.
    He blinked, then nodded. “I see.” He flexed his fingers at her waist, then tightened them again. “I wonder, Sofia, would you call yourself the serious and well-grounded sort of woman?” Hidden meanings seemed to leak from every syllable.
    She swallowed. Why do I feel like I’m on the edge of a cliff? “I guess.”
    “Well answered.” Then he