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hands off him?
    Then again… She tugged on the ropes. That might be the easy part.
    Convincing him to be her savior was going to be more difficult. According to Salvatorus, Caligo wouldn’t want to help her.
    Something about a deal gone wrong. Though Salvatorus hadn’t elaborated, the probability that Cal had been screwed, possibly by someone she knew, was a very real possibility.
    Still, he was a mercenary, a man who could be bought for a price. Hopefully, he’d want more of what she could give him. She didn’t mean only the sex, but that definitely wouldn’t be a hardship. She hadn’t felt this level of lust in centuries.
    Lying silently, she felt his cock still twitching inside her, pulsing his seed into her.
    After that great orgasm, she felt more rested than she had in… Well, she couldn’t remember how long. She wanted to close her eyes and sleep, at least for a little while, but they needed to talk.
    As if he’d read her mind, he sighed, his chest moving against hers, the dark hair on his pecs teasing her nipples. As he eased his hips back, his cock pulled free, and he sat back on his haunches.
    He stared into her eyes for several seconds before his gaze shifted to her left arm and then her right. Leaning forward, he released her arms from the ropes, which had begun to chafe. Then he got off the bed and released her legs.
    She lay there for a minute, rubbing her wrists and flexing her ankles. He watched her, his jaw clenching as he stood by the bed and then turned and tossed his shirt on the sheet next to her.
    “Put this on,” he said. “Then we’ll talk.”
    His tone brooked no dissension but at least he wasn’t kicking her out. Yet. “Can I use your bathroom?”
    He pointed to the wall to her right.
    Okay, not much of a talker. Sliding off the bed, she headed for the bathroom next door, feeling his gaze on her the whole way. The slickness of his essence between her thighs made her hips sway just a little more than usual.
    Closing the door behind her, she noticed there was no mirror in the utilitarian room, only a toilet, a sink, and a tiny shower stall. Guess there’d be no shower sex. And thinking about sex was not going to get her head together, which was part of the reason she’d stepped in here. She needed just a little distance to think.
    After she cleaned up a bit and washed her hands, she pulled the shirt on, shaking her head as it fell almost to her knees. She’d have to ask what he’d done with her clothes. Then she took a deep breath.
    She had to go back out there and convince him to help her. But fear rooted her feet to the floor. If he turned her away, she was dead.
    “Oh, just get out there and talk to him. It’s not like you haven’t just had sex with the guy.”
    And it wasn’t like she hadn’t had sex with lots of guys. Of course, she hadn’t needed any of them to save her, which was the real kick in the pants.
    How low she had fallen.
    Stepping out of the bathroom, she found him standing before the open front door. In this brutal August heat, he was wearing long pants but wasn’t sweating. She was used to the heat, but even her skin was slightly damp.
    He turned and she knew from his expression that the real interrogation was about to begin. And the Great Mother Goddess help her if she didn’t give him what he wanted.
    “Who are you?” His voice brooked no resistance. At any other time, she probably would have turned up her nose at him and told him to stuff his question. “And don’t give me any bullshit. I’m not in the mood.”
    Now, she couldn’t help but smile. She did so love men who didn’t screw around. Well, not with business, anyway.
    “My name’s Tessa.”
    “What the fuck do you want, Tessa? And if it’s anything other than sex, you’re outta luck.”
    Well, the sex had been amazing, but she did have more pressing issues.
    “It’s about a job.”
    He continued to stare at her. “What kind of job?”
    “One for which I would pay you a lot of