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“It’s dangerous,” he adds, but that only fuels my curiosity.

Did they work on his thesis without informing him what they discovered? “How so?”

“The samples responded to pheromones, even light.”

My eyes widened further–I couldn’t hide my excitement even if I tried. But the words that follow cause a wave of disappointment and disgust to wash over me.

“I shelved it. Told him it wasn’t viable for field use.”

What? No.

I wanted to scream but only the words.

“Why?”escapes.

Daniel drags a hand down his face.

“Because the fungus didn’t just respond,” letting out a throaty chuckle, “It adapted. Anticipated.”

All words that make me understand even less as to why he would discard such a marvelous creation.

“It started growing toward human contact before it was even touched.”

My mouth drops from the revelation. “And you canned this?”

He shakes his head. “Yes.”

“Where is the student now?”

Daniel doesn’t answer. He just looks back at the glass. “Some things should stay buried.”

Yeah, but not today, Daniel. Not today.

“I still want in. If anything this only makes me want the spot even more.”

He sighs.

“Cordelia, it’s not that simple. We are not talking about a college club or an internship.”

My eyes widen, a sultry smile stretching across my features as I saunter closer.

One–no–two steps.

Neither worth my time.

“Then give me something real, Daniel. You know I deserve it.”

My words do little to convince Daniel, but maybe my mouth can.

“You scare me sometimes, Cordelia.” I smile. “Why do you want this project? What about the internship?”

“It wouldn’t matter, not when I will be part of something greater.”

My excitement almost gives me away, but before he can process my words, my hands move to his pants, and just as he’s about to protest, my lips crash into his.

“Please, Daniel,” I whisper against his lips. “We can do great things together.”

Daniel groans, undoing his belt and guiding my hand beneath the fabric of his pants. The warmth of his cock burns into my palm. It’s not that the greenhouse is cold, but this particular part of it is. I have it controlled to see how the parasites adapt. We all know they thrive in tropical weather, but I want to see the hive function during the cold.