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By:Zoey Parker




He sat down on the white couch facing his TV. There were three couches in the living room, forming three sides of a square. I sat on the one closest to the kitchen. I didn’t think I needed to try to get too cozy with Cole at the moment.



“If they weren’t sent by your boss, then who were they?” he asked, looking at his glass.



“I honestly don’t know, Cole. I didn’t get a chance to ask too many questions before you guys showed up and took two of them out. Hell, only one of them spoke to me, and he’s lying dead in the grass,” I said, laughing, though it wasn’t funny. I’d been pissed off at first that they’d followed me to meet with Fang, but I was also terrified to think of what might have happened if they hadn’t followed me.



“Well, I’m sorry we saved you,” he snapped.



“That’s not what I’m saying, Cole,” I said, laughing harder. “No, I guess part of what I’m saying is thank you. The other part is they weren’t very talkative.”



“You’re welcome, Sasha,” he said.



He took a long drink from his glass, downing what was left of his whiskey. He held the glass in front of his face for a moment before saying anything else.



“Why were you there in the first place? Andre tells me you snuck out through the bathroom after conning him into getting you more toilet paper,” Cole said, still not looking at me.



This interrogation was far worse than the one I’d received in the basement back at HQ. This one included disappointment and disapproval. I had let Cole down, and if I wasn’t careful in how I answered, I could lose him completely.



“I got a call from one of my contacts,” I told him. “They told me they had some intel on my boss. We agreed to meet. I was going to negotiate a price for their silence,” I told him.



“You’ll tell me that, but you still won’t tell me your boss’s name,” Cole observed, nodding. “You should have told us about it. We could have gone with you. We could have protected you better.”



“Well, either way, I don’t think they’ll be talking any time soon,” I said, chuckling, trying to lighten the mood.



“I guess not, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they tried something again,” he said.



“Shit.” The word escaped my mouth.



“What?” Cole looked at me, and I saw something in his beautiful green eyes that I hadn’t seen there yet. He was afraid. He was worried. What was he afraid of?



“My boss is going to think I’m working for you now,” I told him, sitting back on the couch, allowing my revelation to sink in. I downed the rest of my whiskey. I needed the burn.



“About that,” Cole said, getting up with his empty glass. He took mine, too, and walked into the kitchen to fix us both more whiskey.



“About that what?” I asked while he was in the kitchen, tilting my head back to try to see him.



“I don’t think you should work for him anymore,” he told me, coming back into the living room with our drinks. He handed me the glass, and I paused to look at it in my hand before drinking any.



He’d poured more than usual, filling the glass completely.



“What do you mean?” I asked carefully. I wasn’t comfortable having this conversation with him yet, but at least I knew he was thinking along the same lines I was. Fang might have been a father figure, but I couldn’t see myself staying under his employment forever. At some point, I knew—I had always known—I would need to branch out and find my own work.



“I mean, I think you should consider leaving him. After this is said and done, it won’t be easy for you to go back to him, and anyone would be stupid to pass up the opportunity to employ you,” Cole told me, taking another sip of his whiskey.



“Are you proposing, Cole?” I asked him, seizing the opportunity to tease him again.



“Maybe I am,” he said. He sat forward on the couch, leaning over the coffee table with his whiskey in hand.



“Well, do you have anything to offer to sweeten the pot?” I asked, sitting forward over the table to let my low cut shirt hang down so he could get a view down it.



Cole looked at me with his deep green eyes and put his glass down on the table. He took my hand and stood up without saying a word. I quickly took a sip of my whiskey and set the glass down on the table next to his before getting up to let him lead me into the bedroom.



I couldn’t contain my desire for him any longer. Seeing where he was taking me, my body began to ache for him. I felt my core growing hotter, wetter for him. My legs felt like jelly, made weak by my desire for this man. And I was about to fulfill that desire. I was about to have him.