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the Council members and the man behind so much destruction and violence. It would be all too easy to simply kill the man now—all three of the men, actually.
    He had officially infiltrated the highest-ranking form of government on this small planet; the opportunity was perfect. But it would also diminish his chances of leaving this building alive.
    â€œShe’s a hot filly,” Ryder replied with a broad grin.
    â€œHot filly?” The man on the couch—Franklin, he knew from the file they had on him—stood and approached him.
    â€œWell, sure. Meaning she’s a beauty.” Ryder scratched the back of his neck. “We got the same problem back home that you folks got. The women all started dying off ’bout a couple hundred years ago. Sure, we got a few. But I don’t think I’ve ever been with a woman who didn’t look like horse manure.”
    Franklin’s mouth twisted with obvious disgust. Good. It meant they believed him to be what he portrayed: just a horny, dumb, oil tycoon.
    â€œWhy don’t we get down to business, gentlemen?” Ramirez spoke from the couch. “Have you considered our offer, Mr. Worthington?”
    â€œYeah, I’ve been considering it.” He shook his head. “But I’ll be real honest with you boys. I’m not so certain that I won’t be getting the short end of the stick.”
    â€œWe have agreed to your terms. What more could you possibly want?”
    Ryder’s lips curled into a smile and he glanced toward the door Talia had just exited. “Well, now that you’re asking…”
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    Talia took a deep breath as she made her way back down the corridor. Her pulse still raced, her stomach felt all fluttery.
    Would the man—Mr. Worthington—have told them what had happened between the two of them? Surely he wouldn’t be that stupid. She had warned him that his punishment could be death. And if they were to learn that their precious investor had forced a kiss on her…by gods it would not be pretty.
    She balanced the four mugs on a tray with one hand and used the other to press the code to enter the Council’s chamber.
    The doors slid open with a hiss and she stepped into the room. Immediately she noticed the change in dynamic. It was uncomfortably quiet, and all eyes focused on her as she made her way across the floor.
    â€œYour coffee,” she murmured, lowering her gaze as she set the tray down on Victor’s desk. “Mr. Worthington, do you take cream and sugar?”
    â€œAlways with cream.”
    She looked up. The way he’d said that made the word cream seemed dirty. His gaze bore into hers, and her hand that held the pot of coffee trembled.
    â€œDo we have a deal, boys?” He spoke to the other men, but never took his eyes off her.
    His question was met with a heavy silence. She paused in the midst of pouring the coffee and glanced over at the Council. Something was wrong. All three appeared reluctant to answer, but Franklin appeared absolutely livid as well.
    Victor finally gave a terse nod. “Yes, Mr. Worthington. You have a deal.”
    The words chilled her and a sense of foreboding took root.
    â€œThat’s right decent of you.” He grinned and then crossed the room toward her. “Oh, and I should warn you, I like things a bit rough.”
    A strangled gasp escaped her throat as he reached out and cupped the back of her neck. Her gaze flew to the Council, sure they would be reaching for their weapons.
    Ramirez nodded. “You may use her as you wish, but do not leave lasting marks.”
    Use her as you wish. The words spun in her head. Use her as you wish.
    â€œVictor?” Her voice cracked as she turned to the head Council member.
    He ignored her, instead keeping his focus on Alan Worthington. “The agreement is for two hours.”
    â€œSounds great, boys. And we can use her bedding unit?”
    â€œRamirez?” She tried to