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didn’t want to scare her further. A tiny part.
What to do? Maybe if he asked nicely, which went totally against all his training, she’d cooperate. “Could you please let go?”
She shook her head against his lower back and clung tighter.
Ordered? “Let me go now!”
Another shake.
Someone behind him snickered. This was getting ridiculous. No more Mr. Nice Croc. “You asked for it.” Viktor slapped his hand on the rounded buttocks nestled so close to his face. The sharp crack echoed loudly as his palm met her barely covered flesh, but he tempered the strength behind the blow. Still, it had the desired effect.
She reared up with a screeched, “Ow!” and he swiveled her off his shoulder and onto her feet. But when she would have bolted, he manacled her wrists with one hand.
It didn’t stop her from twisting and turning, fighting his grip and intention. “Let me go, you bully. You can’t make me go out there.”
“Yes I can,” he stated calmly. He pulled her along, her bare feet sliding on the marbled floor to the glass doors leading outside. She cursed him out. Dug her heels in. It didn’t stop him from reaching the portal and kicking it open.
A shriek left her lips that made his ears ring and she reversed strategies. Instead of fighting him, she suddenly threw herself at him, jumped on his body, forcing him to release her hands to catch her. Freed, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder. Short of a pry bar, he doubted he’d get her off.
Sigh. Why me?
Viktor braced an arm around her middle, leaving his other one free to hold up a middle finger to Mason who laughed his hairy bear ass off when Viktor walked out with his new, red headed, chest accessory.
“Need a hand, old buddy?” Mason asked jogging over to him, eyes twinkling with mirth.
“Nope. Everything is just fine,” Viktor said with a scowl as he stalked toward a parked, black Yukon.
“You going to introduce me to your girlfriend?”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Viktor muttered through gritted teeth.
“Sure she’s not, and yet, I’ll bet that’s the closest a woman’s been to you in months.”
“Are you trying to imply something?”
“Yeah, that you’re a workaholic who needs to get out
more.”Viktor had no retort for that. It was true. “I’m perfectly
    happy with my life thank you.” He didn’t need anything more. He owned his condo, which held a large fridge stocked with beer and meat. Possessed a gun collection large enough to take over a small state. Oh, and he had cable. What else did a croc need? Certainly not a woman to muck things up.
“You still haven’t told me who the redhead is,” Mason
     
said. “Meet Project X081. She’s a little concerned about the
     
size of the sky.”
     
“Ha, if she thinks that’s big wait until she sees the
     
ocean.”A shudder went through her and Viktor frowned at his
     
friend. “Shut up. Can’t you see she’s scared?”
    Mason could have caught flies with his open mouth. He shook his head. “Scared? Since when do you give a shit? Let’s go down memory lane, shall we? What did you tell me when we were parachuting into that sand lizard terrorist complex? Oh yeah, if you’re going to piss your pants, put on a diaper.”
    A grin split Viktor’s lips. “That was different.” “Different how?”
“Because it is.” How, he couldn’t have coherently
    explained. He didn’t understand why he allowed the female to continue to cling to him closer than a wetsuit. Not understanding didn’t mean he peeled her off though.
    “Oh, wait until the guys from our unit see this.” Mason danced a few feet back and a bright flash blinded Viktor. Before he could tear the camera from Mason’s grasp and shove it where the sun didn’t shine, Mason darted off, laughing like a maniac and waving the device.
    Great. Now everyone would see him wearing a woman. On second thought, that might enhance his reputation. Everyone always