Page 27 of Dangerous Mission

Oh no. No.No fucking way.

Behind me, Beast and Camile are making a hasty retreat, their footsteps loud on broken glass. The metal door slams closed, sending an echoed boom through the terminal.

From the looks of things, Aria’s about to take off with them too. “Not you!”

She slowly stands up, and when she does, something falls out from within the fold of the blanket and clunks on the ground.

Wide eyed, she freezes.

A taser.My taser.

A tremble shakes her slender shoulders beneath my T-shirt. The one that looks sexy as hell draping over her sweet feminine curves.

But the orange object on the ground is almost as alarming

If my muscles weren’t locked in place from disbelief, I’d scrub my hand over my eyes.

This cannot be real.

Reaching down, Aria snatches the blanket up and holds it to her chest like a shield. Her eyes skate to the taser and back to me fast as lightning.

“I know this looks bad.” She licks her lips, “It’s not what you think. And right now, I think you should take a few breaths to try to calm down.”

“I’m breathing. Can’t you hear me snorting like a wild animal?”

“That’s what I meant.”She cringes and waves her hand at my chest. “It’s not good for you to be so upset.”

“Upset?” I snap, “I burned the bridge to that particular emotion when I saw you don’t have any pants on. And that was before I saw a fucking taser hit the floor.”

Her brows go up as she bites her lip.

Blink. Blink.

Those doe eyes of hers never leave my face.

“I promise I didn’t shoot you with that thing. I don’t even know how.”

Her teeth return to her bottom lip, this time hard enough to blanch the color.

Sexy AF.

My blood surges and something short circuits in an already overloaded motherboard in my head.

I’m going to be smoking like that goddamned computer.

When I speak again, I sound like I’m on the crazy train, I’ve been snorting coke, and I’m channeling a heavy metal singer all at once. “I woke up with a woman sleeping next to me that might have tasered me, who has no pants on, and I have no memory of what fucking happened!”

The building’s metal walls are an echo chamber.

She puffs up her cheeks and blows out a slow breath. Color blooms around her neck and climbs up to rest on thecurves of her face—sweet pink color like the inside of a woman’s thighs when your beard scrapes the tender skin.

I do a quick body scan of my muscles. Doesn’t feel like I’ve been tasered.

Ask me how I know…

But still.

I’m out of patience for whatever game is happening right now. “What happened, Aria?”

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