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walk.” He rubbed her leg gently.
    “I don’t.” She tried to pull away from him, but he held her in place. She closed her eyes as the pain turned into relief. If he rubbed her knee like that all the time, she might be able to cut down on the ibuprofen and give her liver a much-deserved rest.
    “Then how did I know it was this knee?”
    “I only have two. The odds were not bad that you would guess correctly.” Nobody knew of her injury, not even Maxim. The other dancers would be on it like flies on shit. Injuries ended careers, and Georgina had fought too hard to keep her secret hidden.
    “You can tell when you are onstage too.”
    Georgina’s eyes narrowed. “You said you did not know who I was.”
    “I lied. Why do you look surprised?” His mouth hitched in a grin. “Oh, I see. How sweet. You thought perhaps I was a noble murderer, happy to kill but honest.”
    Georgina looked away. Christ, she had been stupid. She had let her guard down with him. Why? Because she found him bizarrely attractive? No, she was just plain stupid. She had been out of the game too long. The five-month hiatus was too long; she had forgotten the rules to this part of her life. “I know you have no integrity. You drugged me and fucked me. There is no integrity in that,” she replied pointedly, praying he would not stop rubbing her knee. This was the most relief she had felt in months, years maybe.
    “To be fair, you drugged yourself in the process of trying to drug me. And I am fairly certain you planned on fucking me anyway, so there is no moral high ground to be taken in this situation.”
    He did not deny having sex with her when she was unconscious. That was her question answered.
    Roman stopped rubbing her knee. She groaned involuntarily at the absence of his hands. “You want me to keep going.” His ice-blue eyes focused intently on her. “Ask me and I will. I won’t even make you beg. Just say please.” His lips caressed each syllable when he spoke. His mouth was far too sensual. It made it hard to concentrate on what he was saying.
    Georgina blinked to dislodge the image of his lips on her. Was it a memory or a fantasy? Both? “No.” Georgina closed her eyes to keep them from roaming over his scarred face and then lower. “No. I will ask you for nothing other than my freedom.”
    “You will do more than ask me. You will beg.” There was a smile in his voice. Her eyes were closed, but she could hear it in the deep timbre.
    “Never,” she said with more conviction than she felt.
    Roman’s rough hands were on her leg again, gently rubbing, kneading. The pain eased again as his strong fingers worked. She swallowed. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop, she prayed. Being pain free was the most incredible feeling in the world. If people only knew, they would never take it for granted. She let go of the breath she was holding.
    Too soon Roman’s hands stopped, and the throbbing started again, taking hold stronger than before because now her body remembered what it felt like to be pain free. Searing hot bolts ripped through her leg, making it hard to breathe. She swore internally. He would only keep going if she asked, and that would never happen. She would rather be in pain than be dependent on that man for anything.
    She needed to keep him talking if she had any hope of staying alive. She searched her mind for things to say. Something…anything. “Did you at least use a condom last night?” Georgina demanded. She needed to know one way or the other so she could deal with it.
    Roman stood up and went to the bedside table. When he walked the muscles in his ass tensed, the definition becoming even more pronounced. He was perfectly formed. The humble David statue had nothing on him. She told herself to look away, but she couldn’t. Her body would not comply with the silent commands. He emptied her purse and made a show of counting her condoms. “Six. Nope it does not appear as if any condoms were used last night. You