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have a clue what game she thought she was playing; didn't know if she actually believed her scam would work on him. That is, until she bit down on his lower lip. He shoved her back against the tree, forgetting not to use his full strength to avoid hurting her. "Bitch!"
    She whimpered at the impact and then fixed her dark gaze on him as though she was starving and he was the most delicious meal in existence. "Stop being a pussy and kiss me!"
    "I don't have time for this—"
    The sting of her hand against his face cut off his words. He was ready for it when she tried again, catching her hand. She again lashed out with her free hand and he caught it as well. That began the stalemate, kicking off the silent war of heated glares and ragged breath.
    "To hell with it."
    Brad dropped her hands and grabbed either side of her face, aggressively pulling her to him before she could react. He crushed his lips against hers with bruising force before pushing his tongue into her mouth, searching her thoroughly for any reason she'd be worth a million bucks because he sure as shit didn't get it.
    After her initial gasp of shock, Allison's tongue jolted to action, dueling against his, fighting for dominance as though her very life depended on it. Her hands gradually loosened their death grip on his collar and played through his dark hair that was in desperate need of a haircut before moving fluidly down his torso until they reached the waist of his jeans. She hooked two fingers from each hand between denim and skin and pulled his hips against hers, grinding against him with all the precision of a stripper's lap dance.
    A feral growl rumbled from deep within his throat as once more he pushed her back against the tree. This time, he didn't move to restrain her, but instead leaned against his left hand placed just over her shoulder on the tree while the other hand snaked between them under her shirt to cup her breast. Allison moaned and writhed against him in response to his touch, but when he moved to slant another deadly kiss across her lips, she resisted, shoving him away and then slapping him again as she moved past him.
    "Don't you ever touch me again, Brad."
    He grabbed her wrist and she spun around to slap him again, but he caught her wrist. "You started it, not me."
    "Let go of me."
    His icy gaze locked on hers in fury. "I'll let go of you as soon as you tell me just what in the sweet fuck you think you're doing, princess."
    Allison didn't so much as blink. "Trying to find the car so I can get you back to your boyfriend... Mark ."
    Seriously? She was still pissed off about the gay guy ruse and fake name he'd used to gain her trust when his assignment had strictly been to assess what she might know about her father's activities or the whereabouts of the Barrows brothers? Women.
    Brad dropped his arm and began walking away from her, instinctively knowing she'd follow this time. "I'd leave your sorry ass for a government assassin to finish off right here and now if Adam Barrows wasn't paying me a million bucks to get you to Costa Rica."
    "You're taking me to Adam?"
    He fixed a smarmy smile across his face and turned slowly to regard her. "You couldn't possibly have thought I came for you out of the goodness of my heart or because I actually gave a shit about you." He shook his head slowly, his grin widening slightly at her hurt expression. "Oh, wait. I suppose you did. You really should have known better, princess. A lot better."
    Brad turned from her again, satisfied that he'd gotten in what appeared to be a verbal blow that served as sufficient payback for the way she used him for her little pole dance. He cast a glance over his shoulder and drew his weapon when she remained in place. "Don't make me shoot you." To drive his point he flicked off the safety with an audible click. "You know I'll do it gladly if that's what it takes to get you in the car."
    "I don't understand how Adam has a million dollars to pay you."
    "Because he's a