Page 93 of Stolen Empire
"We had a deal. I do the job, you let me go. That was the agreement."
"The agreement didn't include them poisoning you."
"I don't care."
She's shouting again, her face flushed.
"I want my freedom. You promised me my freedom."
"You'll get it. After I end this my way."
"No." Katya spits in my face in a move so shocking, I almost backhand her.
I go still.
The saliva drips down my cheek.
I don't move or even so much as breathe as I let go of my anger and force myself not to react to her.
She's irrational because of the drugs and nothing else.
She doesn’t mean this.
But then she starts pulling at her clothes.
Her jacket hits the floor.
Her shirt follows.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Finishing the deal." She yanks off her boots, then her pants.
She stands in front of me in just her underwear, her body trembling.
"You said I had to fuck you to earn my freedom. So here I am. Let's get it over with."
"That's not?—"
"You want me?" She reaches for her bra, unhooking it.
"Then take me. Fuck me. And then let me go. I can’t finish the actual job, so I'll fuck you again. Is that good enough for you, Vetrov? Fuck me again and let me go home."
The bra drops and she's bare from the waist up now, her skin flushed, her chest heaving.
When her fingers slip into the waistband of her panties, I start to tense.
She's serious?
"I'll do it again," she says, her voice breaking.
"I'll let you fuck me right now if you let me walk away tonight. That's the deal, isn't it? My body for my freedom?"
"Stop."
I grab her wrists before she can remove the last piece of clothing.
"Just stop."
