Even if she had a way of pissing him off to high heaven, he still felt something compelling him to be near her.
“I’m just curious.” She shrugged and swung her feet back and forth. “Actually, I’m bored, and I wonder how you cope with being out here all alone for the most part.”
“There’s plenty for me to do.” He could write a big, thick novel on how a man could entertain himself. If he called himself an expert on anything, self-entertainment would top the list. Wicked self-entertainment staring at Jynx had pretty much filled his mind since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Beautiful, blonde, busty, and so fine he wanted to possess every inch of her.
Jynx was a lovely IWOG lady who personified the girls he’d lusted after as an impressionable IWOG boy. She was every masturbatory fantasy brought to life. Older and wiser and a grown woman in all respects, but still, she embodied what he considered female perfection. She was also his prisoner and fully at his mercy. He tried not to think about the bonus in his contract.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
Her soft voice compelled a hundred naughty thoughts to spring instantly to mind. “You can just sit tight, basking in the glow of accepting your fate.”
She frowned and looked down at the floor. “What is it about me that you hate so much?”
“I don’t hate—” He cut himself off from revealing too much. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
“What have I done now?” She sounded totally bewildered.
“You have to be one of the slickest players I’ve ever met.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This isn’t going to work. I’m not buying your innocent act. I don’t hate you, but I’m not about to trust you either. Fixing my finger was real smooth, but it isn’t going to get you anything.” Why did she have to look so earnest? All at once, he thought of a beautiful bird locked in a cage, slowly dying from confinement. He felt guilty and ashamed for being the one who’d locked her up.
“I haven’t asked for anything but this cell with a shower, and by the way, you’re welcome.”
“What?”
“I’m sure you just forgot to thank me for ministering to your injury.” Her voice echoed slightly in the empty cell room but still ran over his ears like warm honey.
“Oh, yes. And just how would you like me to show my gratitude?” Here it comes, he thought to himself. Sure enough she’d want something for helping him. She’d want something big.
“I’d like you to say thank you.”
“That’s all?” Not a chance in the Void that was all she wanted for helping him.
“Yes.”
He pursed his lips as he considered her. “Fine.” He pitched his voice nasty and low, hitched his thumbs into his jeans, and drawled, “Thanks, Sweets.”
“You’re welcome.”
To his shock, she seemed satisfied. No way was that all she wanted. “Are we done now?”
“Yes. Unless you’d like to bellow at me some more.”
“I haven’t been—” He realized he had been bellowing at her. He took out his frustration on her when it wasn’t her fault that he’d locked himself into a contract he couldn’t get out of. Roberts played on his greed, and it pissed him off that he hadn’t seen it.
Ever respectful, Jynx peered up at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity as she waited for him to finish his thought.
“If you were at home right now, what would you be doing?” he asked, knowing that he probably shouldn’t.
“I would probably be in the lab.”
“Doing what?”
“Refining the delivery system for the Tyaa—”
“You admit you had a hand in—”
“The Tyaa plague inoculation!” She shot to her feet with her fists clenched. She took a deep breath, deliberately relaxed her hands and lowered her voice. “I didn’t create it, Mr. Nash, regardless of what lies Roberts has filled your head with.” Her voice cracked with emotion. “I helped find the cure, then developed a way to inoculate entire
“I’m just curious.” She shrugged and swung her feet back and forth. “Actually, I’m bored, and I wonder how you cope with being out here all alone for the most part.”
“There’s plenty for me to do.” He could write a big, thick novel on how a man could entertain himself. If he called himself an expert on anything, self-entertainment would top the list. Wicked self-entertainment staring at Jynx had pretty much filled his mind since the moment he’d laid eyes on her. Beautiful, blonde, busty, and so fine he wanted to possess every inch of her.
Jynx was a lovely IWOG lady who personified the girls he’d lusted after as an impressionable IWOG boy. She was every masturbatory fantasy brought to life. Older and wiser and a grown woman in all respects, but still, she embodied what he considered female perfection. She was also his prisoner and fully at his mercy. He tried not to think about the bonus in his contract.
“Is there anything I can do?” she asked.
Her soft voice compelled a hundred naughty thoughts to spring instantly to mind. “You can just sit tight, basking in the glow of accepting your fate.”
She frowned and looked down at the floor. “What is it about me that you hate so much?”
“I don’t hate—” He cut himself off from revealing too much. “You’re really good at this, aren’t you?”
“What have I done now?” She sounded totally bewildered.
“You have to be one of the slickest players I’ve ever met.”
“I don’t understand.”
“This isn’t going to work. I’m not buying your innocent act. I don’t hate you, but I’m not about to trust you either. Fixing my finger was real smooth, but it isn’t going to get you anything.” Why did she have to look so earnest? All at once, he thought of a beautiful bird locked in a cage, slowly dying from confinement. He felt guilty and ashamed for being the one who’d locked her up.
“I haven’t asked for anything but this cell with a shower, and by the way, you’re welcome.”
“What?”
“I’m sure you just forgot to thank me for ministering to your injury.” Her voice echoed slightly in the empty cell room but still ran over his ears like warm honey.
“Oh, yes. And just how would you like me to show my gratitude?” Here it comes, he thought to himself. Sure enough she’d want something for helping him. She’d want something big.
“I’d like you to say thank you.”
“That’s all?” Not a chance in the Void that was all she wanted for helping him.
“Yes.”
He pursed his lips as he considered her. “Fine.” He pitched his voice nasty and low, hitched his thumbs into his jeans, and drawled, “Thanks, Sweets.”
“You’re welcome.”
To his shock, she seemed satisfied. No way was that all she wanted. “Are we done now?”
“Yes. Unless you’d like to bellow at me some more.”
“I haven’t been—” He realized he had been bellowing at her. He took out his frustration on her when it wasn’t her fault that he’d locked himself into a contract he couldn’t get out of. Roberts played on his greed, and it pissed him off that he hadn’t seen it.
Ever respectful, Jynx peered up at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity as she waited for him to finish his thought.
“If you were at home right now, what would you be doing?” he asked, knowing that he probably shouldn’t.
“I would probably be in the lab.”
“Doing what?”
“Refining the delivery system for the Tyaa—”
“You admit you had a hand in—”
“The Tyaa plague inoculation!” She shot to her feet with her fists clenched. She took a deep breath, deliberately relaxed her hands and lowered her voice. “I didn’t create it, Mr. Nash, regardless of what lies Roberts has filled your head with.” Her voice cracked with emotion. “I helped find the cure, then developed a way to inoculate entire
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