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“So what’s going on? Are you on your way back with him or not?”
    “I’m working on that. Can I call you back?” It’s not a question and Taylor doesn’t take it as one. Running a hand through my hair I look up to find Sam in front of me. Shit, his eyes are everywhere taking in everything and I have the sinking feeling that I’ve awakened a dormant volcano. Damn it, I have well and truly poked the bear and now I have to pay for it.
    Sam reaches out and takes the phone from me. It went easily. “He’s hung up already.” He tosses it on the couch and pulls me up by a tight hand around my wrist.
    My stupid body doesn’t fight him but my mind struggles weakly to do the right thing, “No, Sam, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that when I don’t want to get involved with anyone.”
    His eyes don’t miss a thing and when he pulls me up against him, hands at my hips again, I want to curse out loud as I melt into him again. “Don’t want to get involved with anyone or me?”
    I can’t fight the shudder that runs through me at his question, and he has his answer. Eyes dark, his mouth covers mine and this time the kiss is wickedly enticing, and full of sex filled promise from the very start. My hands go up and around his neck because I’m terrified my knees won’t hold me up. Sam’s grip tightens on my hips and his hard length is burning into my stomach. Longing to know the feel of his body against me, his hard cock inside me, has me so wet my panties are wet and clinging uncomfortably to me. It shocks me, I’ve never been so wet, so needy before. The shock is enough to give me the strength to push away from him. His expression of dazed confusion tells me I only got away because I surprised him.
    A kick of fear at his intent gives my knees the strength to back up as far as I can before his confusion dissipates. From the safety of several feet away, and leaning against the door into the room for support I try again. “Look, you and me are not going to happen, I’m sorry. Saying that after what I did isn’t exactly fair and I know that and again I’m sorry. But you need to get the hell out of this place, this room.
    This job is good, not just for us but you. I’m going to lay it out for you. Taylor needs you badly, we’re down four trainers from where we need to be. Taylor looked into your history and we need you. What’s going on overseas isn’t over, you know that. The work we do is important and we need the best to train our people so they have the knowledge they need to stay alive. Why don’t you want to be a part of that?”
    Sam shakes his head, heat still in his eyes. “Taylor profits from war and sending people into danger. I pulled contractors out of too many tight spots to not know that they made no real difference in the fight. Inept as infantry could be at times, always our Special Forces came out ahead and didn’t put themselves in danger like the contractors did. Yeah, a lot of contractors are former servicemen and many Special Forces but they acted without caution and without regards to the rules of war. All they did was make messes that had to be cleaned up.”
    “Taylor has done everything to not be that. Our people run mainly JSOC ops, they are trained to the highest level of Special Forces training, both in physical training and in counterintelligence, they also don’t go over without knowing enough Dari, Pashto, and Arabic to get in and out without calling attention to themselves. Our people don’t make mistakes, we have yet to have a civilian death in the last six years. Our people don’t make messes we clean them up and we prevent them. Those that can’t learn the languages are only allowed to run security and protection for diplomats and foreign heads of states that need specialists.
    Yes, Taylor makes money but our men are paid well and have the security of knowing should anything happen to them, they and their families will be taken care of. They have life insurance