Last Kiss (Hitman #3) by Jen Frederick, Jessica Clare Read Free Book Online Page A

I do not trust him any more than I trust Hudson, who threatened to kill my family. I know these men are dangerous.
    No one is getting my information until I let them. Not even if he stares at my breasts and makes me wonder what it’d be like if he touched me.
    So I sit back and begin running an SQL query that looks very intricate but is, in truth, garbage. I finish my sandwich, drink my water, and wait for Vasily to return to the room.
    He comes back a short time later and approaches my chair. One big hand presses on the back of it. “Do you find my information?”
    “I’m executing a query,” I tell him. I’m a good liar because I’m not emotional. I can lie to anyone with a straight face. “I’m cross-referencing these three tables looking for particular sales references. Each table has over two million rows and—”
    Vasily pins me with his gaze. “How long?”
    “Three days,” I lie. In three days, I will have a better idea of what this man wants.
    He swears something in Russian. “We must stay here three days?”
    “Yes,” I lie. “I can’t unplug from the network or I have to start my query all over again. You wanted the Emperor. This is how I work.”
    “We must continue on. We cannot stay here.”
    I wipe my fingers with a Wet-Nap and poise them over the keyboard. “Shall I abort my query—”
    “
Nyet
,” he says, and reaches for my hands. His fingertips brush over my skin and I instinctively flinch away. My skin prickles a little, but I remember drinking his vodka. I deliberately placed my mouth where his had been, feeling euphoric. I think of him spreading his germs on my skin with the touch of his fingers against mine. For some reason, I’m not revolted like I normally am. Is it because we’ve already shared germs?
    I think of the stories he told me earlier. He wants to push his cock between my breasts and have me lick it. I picture the scenario, but in every mental image, there are bodily fluids involved. And I’m not sure if I like that.
    I had sex once, and it was highly unpleasant. Most think I am a virgin, but I’m not. Like everything, I used the scientific theory.I formed a hypothesis—can I enjoy sex? I had caught Daniel with one of his girlfriends in the barn at my parents’ ranch, and they both looked as if they were enjoying themselves immensely. Therefore, I’d wanted to try it. I’d selected a college classmate I thought was pleasing to the eye and asked him after a study break if he wished to copulate. He had, and we’d found a hotel room. I’d been so distressed by the blankets and the germs that were sure to be crawling on them that I had a hard time concentrating. My memories of sex were him grasping my breasts a few times, then shoving his dick inside me. It had hurt, and there were copious secretions on his end, which had alarmed me more than anything else. I’d screamed at him for leaking on me and ran for the shower.
    And that was the end of that.
    After that horrifying experience, I’d done more research on sexual activity and now knew that the penis ejaculating semen was normal. However, I did not find any of it pleasant. No touching, because the human skin secreted oils. No kissing, because mouths were filthy things full of germs. And no penises. No penises at all.
    But I did like it when Vasily told me what he wanted to do to me. I will allow him to look at me, but not touch. I’m not fond of touching.
    “We will stay here,” he says. “For now.”
    I blink at him. I’ve been thinking about sex and I don’t remember our conversation. “Stay where?”
    “Here. In this hotel. Tivoli Mofarrej. We will have to be careful. People will be looking for you.”
    Ooh. I brighten. “Can we have disguises? If we mask our exterior appearances, it will be difficult for people to find us. In one study of police sketches, more than eighty percent were found to be inaccurate—”
    “There is no need for disguise,” he says, interrupting me. “You will not be