Erika Wilde

Erika Wilde (aka Janelle Denison) is the USA Today bestselling author of over 50 contemporary romances for multiple print publishers.

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Dmitri was Marla’s brother—Marla, who was now Vincent’s fiancée—but Dmitri had been coming to the Cozy Bunny as long as I had and I’d seen the way he went after other men’s women. I’d known it was only a matter of time until the reckless son of a bitch got himself killed.

But hey, I was just a soldier, so what did I know?

Holding in a frustrated sigh, I told Toby I’d take care of the incoming shipment and to text me the details, then hung up and looked at Jewel, who was now sitting beside me. I was waiting for the pout, the rolling of the eyes, the pleading for me to stay and finish. I’d just promised her a few orgasms and a good fucking, and now I was about to leave. She had to be upset.

But Jewel just cocked an eyebrow at me, surprising the hell out of me with her nonchalant attitude after what we’d just done. “Duty calls?”

“Something like that,” I muttered, refastening my jeans.

To my surprise she laughed and got up, walking over to a tasteful set of drawers and opening one of them to reveal cleaning supplies. “Don’t even worry about it,” she said dismissively. “Have fun storming the castle and all that.”

I blinked in shock at her flippant response. “Um. Yeah.”

On autopilot I pulled out my wallet to get the roll of Benjamins. Jewel caught it neatly when I tossed it to her. Then she gave me a joking curtsy. “Thank you, sir.”

I found myself chuckling. I’d had more women than I could count in my life turn me on, but few who’d made me laugh. “You’re not… upset? Annoyed? Sad?”

Jewel gave me an odd look that seemed to cover up a deeper emotion I couldn’t fully decipher. “Why would I be upset or sad?” She shrugged casually as she retrieved her colorful pasties from the sofa cushion where I’d left them. “We’re just using each other. It’s all fun and money in this business, right?”

I frowned. Why did her indifference bother me so much when that was usually my own modus operandi?

“Using you?” I shook my head, and forced a smile as I started buttoning my shirt. “Nah, just borrowing you for a little while.” I wasn’t quite ready to let her go, and I refused to analyze that decision, either.

“Well, you can always borrow me again later.” She blew me a kiss as she started for the door. “Good luck on the job.”
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