I don’t like being tied up, and I really don’t like people talking about spacing me... or waltzing me out an airlock. Makes me cranky. And I was bored. I jack-knifed over onto my side, and used the little bit of leverage I had to take his legs out from under him.
This... This was really not my best idea ever, I thought, as he hit the floor and then bounced. Truly. Like, what was the guy? Part cat? Cos he landed pretty much the way I expected, but then he twisted in a sort of sideways leap, before I could roll away.
“Goddamnit!” And it was his turn to smirk—as he slammed me into the floor, and pinned my hands and arms against my chest with his body. I glared up at him, wondering how in all the stars I was going to shift his weight. That smirk got wider, almost became a smile.
If looks could kill.... Man, don’t I wish. His face was a foot above mine. His head would have exploded. He thought something was funny as hell—and then the door opened, and the smirk went away.
“So, you want to hang onto her for a while?”
Now, there was a voice I didn’t want to hear. Agent Delight had already offered to put me down, once.
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