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I go back to my desk and call Micah Young. He's a white hat hacker.

"Rocket man, what a great idea, and I appreciate the offer. But I'm currently committed to the agency. But listen, I owe you, so I will help out. Anytime you need my services, including satellites, you just let me know. I'll get you the information you need."

"Alright, man. Thanks. I'll hit you when I need you."

The last person I touch base with is License to Own. I don't know his real name, but he's a gamer and streamer. He and I have been playing first-person shooter games for years. "License, what's up, man? You streaming?"

"No, I'm just playing, working on skills. What's up, Rocket? What can I do for you?"

"Listen, I'm going to need a UAV operator. You interested?"

"Sure, man. What kind of money we talking about?"

"The kind that will make you put down your gaming controller long enough to fly a mission."

"Dude. I'm all ears."

I give him the skinny on Cock Blockers, and he says, "It will be an honor to operate your drone. I'm in."

"Excellent. I'll get up with you. Make a shopping list."

He whistles. "Now, you're talking!"

Just then, Damien, my bouncer, knocks twice on the door and sticks his head. I whirl the chair around to face him, and he says, "I thought you were waiting for a former team member?"

"I am." I stand up. "Is she here?"

His brow furrows, "Boss, the woman that just walked up to the bar and asked for you is Miss America material."

I grin. "She's here. Listen, License. Make a list and forward it to me asap. I gotta go."

"Yes, sir."

Chapter 7

Nina

Leaning against the bar,trying to appear comfortable in the corset that Bri insisted I buy on our shopping spree this morning and wear to the bar even though it isn’t noon yet, I stare at the bouncer’s back as he tells Rocket I am out here waiting for him. When I walked up, the look he gave me made me feel like an escort asking for her Sugar Daddy. His eyes fell to my tits on full display, pushed together and bulging behind the over-the-bust corset.

But when Rocket walks out and stops in the doorway stunned, Bri was spot on. The look on his face is priceless, and when he walks over, his alpha male gait is stalking, seductive, and possessive. The thrill of knowing that his posturing is about me is a heady feeling and one I could get addicted to. It sure as fuck feels good.

He doesn’t stop a safe distance away. He walks right up, invades my personal space, and towers over me. His magnetism is so powerful, my senses are flooded with his essence, and if I weren’t such a badass, I might swoon.

He tips his head, and his body heat hits my exposed, sensitive skin, sending my soul a shiver. Tiny goosebumps pop out as evidence, and I lick my tingling lips.

He murmurs, “Fuck, Foxtrot. This isn’t fair,” and the vibration in my ear makes me bite my bottom lip, proof my pussy just soaked itself.

Then his arms wrap around me, pinning mine down, and he pulls me tight, rough, against his body, burying his nose in the nape of my neck and inhaling my scent. “When I let you go, you are going to walk into my office, and I am going to fuck you on my desk. Then we will talk business.”

“Wilco,” I whisper, and his primal growl responds.

He sets me free, and without looking at him or around the room, I strut my corseted badass to his office, understanding escorts in a new and respectful way.

When I walk in, I take note of the decor. His desk sits in front of a single pane picture window with a spectacular view. It gives a sense of openness, but it has complete privacy because of the height on the top floor. The furniture is very masculine, heavy, dark wood. The walls are covered with candid pictures from his military days. He and his Bravo brothers laughing, shooting hoops, or grappling.

I walk over to the wall as he closes the door. The lock clicks as I stop and stare at a picture of me and him, arm and arm, smiling, happy. He walks up behind me and slips his arms around me. I lean against him and confess. “I remember when this was taken.”

He doesn’t say anything, and I continue. “It was after my first op with Bravo. You were going around congratulating the team, and when you came to me, I was scared shitless.”

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