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vulnerable. And then she killed it. He watched her visibly shake it off, then step back and slam the door - hard.
    Coleton swallowed convulsively, feeling like he’d been hit by a mack truck. What had just happened?

     

Chapter 5
     
    Aria watched the slimy, sweaty man in front of her lick the end of the pen and write down another figure. Her hands clenched and released in her lap. She had no paper clips to bend, no paper to fold, nothing to mutilate. And this guy was getting on her very last nerve. He looked down her shirt with every other word, but still was trying to screw her out of thousands of dollars.
    Fed up, she stood and pulled the bundle of hundred dollar bills out of her pocket, dropping them on the desk where they made a small thunk sound. “I’m done messing around with you. I want the car I picked out, with the paperwork done in exactly ten minutes. I don’t want any extras or upgrades. I want the dealer plates for an extra week like we discussed. Do it now or I’m out.”
    Aria heard the snarl in her voice and knew she risked this guy pushing back and her walking out with nothing, but she didn’t care. She’d had enough.
    He looked at her, his eyes burning, but she smoldered back, not giving him an inch. Finally he dropped his eyes like she knew he would. The money on the desk meant more to him than his dignity. That was fine with her.
    “OK Barbie, I just need two minutes,” he squeaked and rushed out of the room.
    Aria blew her hair out of her eyes and flopped back in the chair, wincing at the name. It was her sergeant’s idea of a joke the last time she’d gone undercover. Barbie Amor. He called it her stripper name - but it was the only fake ID she had, and if the cleanup crew had done their job nobody should have a record of her using that name before. Only the people who had worked with her on that case would know it. That wasn’t ideal, but it was better than nothing.
    As her trail of thoughts ran out, awareness of Coleton Savoy's expression as he had last looked at her crept back into her mind. The look on his face had been nothing like the look on the salesman’s face. The salesman was all slobber and holler, only able to see the sexual aspects of any woman in front of him. Coleton had a different quality to him. Something she didn’t think she had ever encountered before. He had looked at her like he might look at fine wine or great art - like he couldn’t tear his eyes away. Like he was so appreciative it was almost worshipful. She shook her head at these thoughts. Maybe he was just a thirty year old virgin or something. Inexperienced. But then she shook her head again. With that face? And that body? There was no way. Women probably threw themselves at him every day. Granted, she hadn’t seen much of his body, but she could tell his stomach was flat, his shoulders were broad, and his ass was exquisite. Her cheeks heated at that last reflection. When had she looked at his ass? And why? She hadn’t noticed a man’s ass in two years. Since the only man in her life had betrayed her in the worst way possible.
    Her car salesman rushed back in, his white shirt showing large dark patches under his arms. She jettisoned her thoughts, plastered an expectant smile on her face and waited to see what he’d done. He stopped in front of her and beamed, then held out the keys to her seven year old Hyundai. “She’s all yours. We even filled the tank.”
    Aria smiled at him, paid him, and thanked him, then hurried out of there. An afterthought made her turn to ask one final question. His answer was in the affirmative but she could tell by his greasy smile it would cost her. She peeled off six more crisp hundred dollar bills and held them gingerly out to him, not wanting to touch him again if she didn’t have to. He took the money just as gingerly but asked for her keys.
    “I can’t just drive it wherever you want to store it?” she asked, not wanting to think about this guy driving her