![]() I never saw you steal this from the supper table.” He glanced at the satisfied look on her face. He rubbed where the blade had pressed, thankful not to feel any blood on his neck. “I’d hoped someone was inside, but I didn’t think it was you.” She moved quickly away from him and braced herself on her knees, the knife still held in fighting position. She finally removed the knife and slid off his back. He heard her sigh and the pressure of her knee at his crotch ease. The cold steel at his throat didn’t quiver. Now can you get off me?” His heart beat rapidly for what seemed to take forever. How long have you been under cover?” She kept her face close to his and spoke in undertones. “You’re very high ranking in this organization to be CIA. “Harper,” he choked out in English, “I’m CIA. His legs splayed, and her knee nudged his crotch. She grabbed his arm and flipped him onto the bed face down, arms locked behind his back. ![]() He crept to the bed and bent to shake her shoulder to awaken her. ![]()
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