Emotionally Compromised (Emotionally Compromised Series) by Rosa A

Author:Rosa, A. [Rosa, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Primedia E-launch LLC
Published: 2013-11-13T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

Seduction & Surveillance

MARCUS GIBBS

I watch Adessa do a line off my coffee table, and I keep running over how I ended up in this position in my head. I know I'd better do what she says, because at this point, I don't know what the consequences will be if I choose otherwise.

"Tell me about yourself, Marcus," she asks, as if I am her jester and must entertain her—though her smile is sweeter and more tempting than any tyrant I've read about. Since when are we on a first name basis?

"There isn't much to know." I scratch the back of my head. I don't want to talk about me. "What about you? All I know is your name."

Her face lights up. She offers me my drugs, handing off my worn straw. This girl is a brat. I take it from her grasp, debating whether it's better to keep a clear head around this one, but her penetrating stare tells me I don't have a choice.

She rubs the corners of her mouth, and I can see the shift in her demeanor as the drugs seep into her spine and her body relaxes. Her eyes heat as they bore into mine. I don't know what I am in for.

"Well, obviously you know why I am here. My father likes to keep me busy with the transportation of important items. Customs rarely checks a pretty woman." Her smile was made for the devil as she bats her long lashes.

She watches me lean over my table and sweep over the goods, inhaling the sweet powder. I get a burning itch in my nose and I hope I don't bleed everywhere again. I heave in another breath, recounting her words. "Your father? Who is your father?"

She rolls her eyes like a spoiled teenage girl. "Don't you know anything? Didn't Luc tell you who I am, and who I work for?"

I shake my head, rubbing my nose, checking for blood. "Luc doesn't tell me jack shit," I sneer.

She raises her eyebrows at my obvious dislike for the man. "I don't like that dirty slob either. He is always trying to put his hands on me. If I told my father, he would end that fucker."

Her foul attitude makes her a little more human, and I don't know if it is the drugs or what, but it makes me want to like her. Although, her father seems to be a deadly man with a serious case of don't fuck with me.

"There's that word again. Who is your father?"

Her lips curl upward again. "Shariff Moradi, of course. Didn't my name sound familiar? He's the one buying your product. He plans to use it on a small area in Ethiopia. There is a large Coltan mine there that the villagers won't give up without a fight. It isn't worth the fight to us, so why not nip it in the bud with your solution?"

My throat goes dry. I don't like the sound of that. I wish she wouldn't tell me these awful details.

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