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Morgan frowned. “Perhaps the Dreat then? They excel at physical labor.”
“Mmm.” Cervenka didn’t answer. Instead, he took a sip from his drink.
Something wasn’t right. Feeona wished she knew what. She needed to get the plan moving along. “Morgan, this is a fabulous ship. I saw some of your impressive armaments as we arrived.”
“I have all the security a ship could need—outside and inside.” He nodded and lifted a hand. Armed men seeped in from every entry to stand along the walls. Guests clustered into groups and shuffled away from Morgan’s private guards. “You can feel completely safe here.”
“I’ve never felt safer.” The size of the lie almost made it stick in Feeona’s throat. “I’d love a tour. After the auction, maybe?”
Morgan took the bait. “Why wait? We have plenty of time.” He put out an arm, like an Old Earth gentleman offering aid to a helpless lady.
“Wonderful.” And if things went to plan, she’d teach him a thing or two about helplessness.
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The tour of the ship led to Morgan’s private office more quickly than Feeona had expected. It had probably been too much to hope he’d show her the security station first. What she hadn’t been prepared for was the speed with which his arm had changed from a gentle assist to an immovable chain around her waist. Sen’s jaw was locked so tight she worried he might break it. The moment Morgan’s office door closed behind them his hand had gone straight to her ass.
“Hey, no need to be so grabby.” She tried to fend off his hand in an effort to calm Seneca down. Watching Morgan’s passes had him beyond agitated. He’d been too good to show it, but her skin prickled in warning.
Morgan’s slim face scrunched in frustration. “No more playing hard to get.” He grabbed her upper arms and yanked her to him. He thrust against her, pressing his arousal against her belly. “You’ve made me wait years already.”
She didn’t fight him, but she let Sen’s silver chain slip from her hands. He was already starting to growl.
Morgan rocked his hips against her again. “Sounds like we should have put your pet in a cage like the others.”
“Sen.” She spoke calmly and clearly, afraid he might be too far gone to listen. “Anyone outside the door?”
“No.” There were a lot of teeth in that one word. He’d shed the submissive posture and once again stood proud and defiant.
Feeona savored the moment Morgan realized his mistake in seeing Seneca as no threat. Sen was behind him in a blink, ripping Morgan away from her.
Sen threw him against the wall, then stood over him where he sprawled on the floor. “You willnevertouch her again.”
The idiot climbed to his feet. He tugged his shirt into place and brushed at his trousers. Blood marred his lip. “You’re not getting off this ship alive.”
The door to the room slid open behind them.
Before either of them could reply to Morgan’s melodrama, a plasma blast obliterated his face. Fee spun around to see Andre Cervenka slipping a blaster inside his coat. The man who’d once paid to abuse Seneca, looked casual and relaxed despite the body he’d just put on the floor… and the wall.
Seneca stayed silent. If Feeona had the capacity to growl like the Arena Dogs, she would have.
“Cervenka.” Feeona called his name to get the man to stop staring at Sen, but it didn’t work.
“Seneca.” Cervenka’s voice was wistful and lover-like. “I’ve missed you.”
Sen stayed silent and somehow managed not to leap across the room and rip out the man’s throat.
“Well, damn.” Feeona wanted to slug the older man in the nose. Of course, it wasn’t the first time she’d had that impulse. “Why in hell did you do that?”
“He was going to die anyway. Don’t be ungrateful, Miss…?”
“We had things under control.” She strode to Morgan’s com station and sat in his chair. “He’s no help to us dead.”
