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maybe she could use that fear. That would require divulging state secrets, but if it achieved her objective, then she was willing, because as it stood now, she would most likely be tortured and raped once she was handed over to the GIA. And she had no idea how long she could hold out. She wasn’t trained to withstand torture. What she had to decide now was which was more important, her project or her life?
    She reappeared in a bathrobe wrapped snuggly around her body. “I think there are some things you need to know,” she conceded as she walked into the living room.
    She hoped this plan of bringing him to her side would work. After all, he said he was “hired” and he definitively gave off a military vibe. He had to be a patriot if he thought he was doing the right thing by delivering her to the people who would keep her from spilling her secrets to the GIA.
    He mentally undressed her. Now that he knew what was underneath the clothing, he could only picture her naked in his mind. Their eyes met and he exposed the desire and insecurity he felt where she was concerned. As she peered into his caramel brown orbs, she felt that none-too-familiar heat in her belly. She was definitely attracted to this man, but she imagined most women would be. And his eyes…his light caramel colored eyes made her want to confess her darkest fantasies to him. She imagined her hands twisting in his curls as she pulled his head tighter against her body. He was a good six inches taller than she was. Where she was all soft, he was hard and muscular. Just great , she thought, now she was attracted to her abductor. But should she even trust this man? She had never before trusted her gut. Instead she had always relied strictly on her intellect. She had never needed to use her intuition over her rational thought, but she needed to trust her feelings now. Her gut said to trust him, once he knew the truth, he would protect her. Here goes nothing , she thought.
    He stalked her like a hyena approaches a gazelle. He stood closer still, drawing her out of her thoughts. He drew closer until they were a breath apart. He was going to kiss her. Her head got all swimmy, something that never had happened to her before. She felt dizzy, like her legs were going to give out. And then she felt it, his hot mouth closed over her tightly drawn lips. Still in her head, she fought it, she pulled back and slapped his face forcing his head to the side. He touched his check with his large rough hand, rubbing the spot she slapped. Everything about her pulled him to her. He was the proverbial moth to the flame.
    He looked into her eyes and smiled. She was a tough one. He didn’t mind the chase, but he knew without a doubt after tasting her, he would have her willingly give herself to him.
    He spoke calmly, apologetically, his eyes fixated upon hers. He didn’t know what had come over him other than he had to touch her. “Why don’t I fix you a cup of tea?” he asked as he allowed her to walk away from his hard body.
    “I would love a cup, thank you,” she retorted still shocked he had kissed her and even more so because she had liked it.
    He padded into her kitchen and she followed. “Where do you keep your tea?” he asked opening cabinet after cabinet until she responded.
    “That one.” She pointed.
    He reached inside and pulled out the teabags setting them on the counter. He grabbed the kettle from the stove and filled it water. Replacing the kettle on the stove, he turned on her gas burner to high. She sat down on the stool at the breakfast bar facing the kitchen. She couldn’t help but notice how very much at home he looked in her space, even with the gun in his hand.
    It was now or never, but she was torn. Her head said not to trust him. But this time she was going to have to listen to her gut. This was her only plan, and if it worked, he could help her; she just knew it.
    “I work for the DOD on a top-secret project. Only a handful of people know of it,”