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sick version of Pavlovian Conditioning.
     I’m sure of it.
    They follow the rules, the plan, and make sure the missions go off without a single
     hitch. It’s my M.O. and they have no choice but to stick to it when I’m in charge.
    And now I want to delay the mission because the girl is sleeping ? “I don’t think she can be woken up. She fell asleep pretty deep.” Yeah, it seems
     so.
    “Fine.” Gage again. “If she can’t be woken up, I’ll carry her onto the plane.”
    The hell did he say?
    My hand has never moved so fast. I’m a very fast man in general, but the sheer speed
     with which my hand flies up to grab his arm leaves me shocked.
    It seems that, at least on a physical level, I am functioning at over a thousand-percent.
    Mentally, however…
    “What’s the fucking problem now?” Gage snaps. His arm muscles bulge as he tests the
     tightness of my hold.
    I make every one of my fingers clench harder. “If I can’t wake her up this time, I’ll
     carry her.”
    “You wanna pound your fist against your chest next?” Gage rips his arm away and rubs his bicep.
     “That hand is a metallic machine under that skin, did you forget that?”
    “Stop bitching. So is that arm.” I nod at where he’s rubbing.
    He mumbles something about how I’m being an ever bigger douche than usual.
    No arguments from me.
    I move to enter the car. Fuck, she’s already awake.
    I’m not usually struck stupid by a woman’s beauty. I’m not that type of guy. My dick
     and I came to an agreement a very long time ago. I make sure he gets off on a near
     constant basis; he gives me complete control.
    We had our deal solidified. That contract was iron-clad. We signed it in blood, for
     God’s sake.
    So tell me: Why am I standing here, leaning half-way into this car, slack-jawed as
     I stare into her eyes?
    I’m serious. Please tell me. I’m starting to think that something else is going on
     here. Something beyond what I think it is.
    “I’m awake.”
    Her soft whisper makes my hand flex on the door.  “I can see that,” is all I say,
     and I can’t help it. The corners of my lips stretch into a smile at her obvious statement.
    Her face flares red. Bright, worrisome red. I can see it even in the darkness of the car.
    She stares up at me, blinking, like she’s never seen me before.  I feel like a misshapen,
     recently landed UFO. And when I say misshapen, I’m talking tentacles.
    She somehow turns redder—I’m starting to worry about her health—and her head flies
     around to stare at the front of the car. She nervously tucks her hair behind her ear
     and fidgets.
    The moment her incisor comes done and she bites on the corner of her plump lip, I
     catch it. I so fucking catch it.
    Flares go off inside me, a primal nerve reaction that rushes through every muscle.
     I’m not a tentacle-infested UFO anymore. No. I’m a seventeen-foot tall God of Virility,
     standing on top of a mountain at the peak of my prime.
    Attraction. I saw it. My body recognizes it on all levels. That reaction speeds ups,
     until my head is spinning from battling back every urge howling to life within me.
     I jerk back from the shock.
    The sound of my head hitting the roof makes her gasp.
    “Oh my God. Are you okay?”
    The tone of her voice. It does things to me, man. “I’m fine.”
    She shot across the seat and is now in front of me, staring up at me with eyes full
     of worry. For me ?
    “Are you sure?” Her hair moves over her shoulders as she tilts her head, assessing
     me.
    “Yeah. I’m fine. I — ” Have no idea what else I’m going to say. All I can do is take her in, getting sucked
     further into something I don’t understand. At all.
    Why is this happening? It can’t be about the sex. As hot as this little thing is,
     I don’t understand why my body is acting so… so… deprived.
    It’s not like I’m not getting any. I had sex yesterday morning, in fact.
    The reminder that there is someone else should dampen things