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to own and possess so completely.
    It was true—he had easily owned her that night.
    She glanced around the corner to make sure she was seeing everything clearly, but nothing had changed. Merrick was still there, and so was that amazing memorable ass, along with his cocksure stance. She flattened out against the wall once more as the world around her tilted, then plummeted.
    Even though she was in shock, she forced herself to remember Vienna. He had come out of nowhere to help her that night. He’d faced exploding gunfire in a back alley and hadn’t flinched. Not once.
    Of course he hadn’t, he was a professional—of another kind. One of Onyxx’s special weapons. One of Merrick’s rat fighters. Men who were on the left side of human, Polax had once said. Men who ate lead like candy and slept with both eyes open. Men with endless stamina.
    Endless stamina.
    The kind that could go on all night long…and he would have if she had stayed that night.
    Truly shaken, Nadja sucked air slowly. It didn’t help. She was going to be physically sick.

    “I’d like you to relay my decision,” Bjorn said. “I’ll wait in Polax’s office.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want to meet Polax’s beauties before you make your final decision? Ask them a few questions?”
    “No. I’ve made my choice.”
    “What did I miss? I watched you watch the leggy blonde. You liked what you saw.”
    “Like I said, I like blondes.”
    “Most men do.”
    “Not McEwen. Sly’s into redheads with green eyes. Heard from him and Eva?”
    “No. Not yet, but I’m confident that when the final lab reports are in, and we’re able to confirm the Chameleon’s identity, Sly and Eva will suddenly surface from whatever Greek island they’re sunning themselves on.”
    “They’re not fishing?”
    Merrick snorted. “Would you be fishing if you were with a woman who looked like Eva Creon?”
    “It’s true. Sly hooked a beautiful femme.”
    “Are you sure you don’t want Q?”
    “Like Eva, Nadja Stefn has it all. But that doesn’t mean I want to carry around a spring-loaded cock day and night on this mission.”
    “I see your point. Still, I was sure you were going to choose Polax’s candy queen.”
    Bjorn kept walking. This was for the best, he told himself. He needed to focus on Holic and the file.
    “The brunette is Polax’s recommendation. She’s pretty,” he said as if saying it out loud would convince him that he’d made the right decision.
    “Have you asked yourself why Polax wants Lenova on this mission? Or maybe a better question is, why does he want his cotton-candy queen left behind? He seemed awfully taken with his bedroom assassin. Maybe he’s got something going with her.”
    “He’s not her type,” Bjorn said, then wished he hadn’t spoken so freely. “Uh, he’s too short, don’t you think?”
    Merrick raised a gray eyebrow. “Short? What does that have to do with it?”
    “You’re right, it doesn’t.”
    “If Polax isn’t screwing her, he wants to.”
    “We can’t fault him if he’s got a sweet tooth,” Bjorn said, using Polax’s own words.
    “Someone else who has a sweet tooth is Holic Reznik. I can’t imagine Holic walking away from the candy queen. Q is definitely a better choice bait-wise.”
    Bjorn couldn’t argue with that. Holic would be drooling. What man wouldn’t be? To deny that their night in Vienna haunted him would be a lie. And that’s why sharing a mission with the woman responsible for the picture-album of memories he’d been carrying around for five years would be crazy.
    Emotional baggage had no place on a field mission. It was the quickest way he knew of to get your ass fried. And once it was fried, the mission usually ended up in the toilet being flushed, along with the agent assigned to it.
    Being fried and flushed held no appeal. He had gotten used to certain things in his life—hot food, clean air to breathe and a bed of his own. The vital three is what he called them.
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