“What could you possibly want from me? I have no connections . . .” She drifted off as if an idea had occurred and rendered her speechless. “Surely you cannot mean anything . . . physical.” “You’re hardly my type,” he said by way of answer. “I think I’d scare you witless the second I undressed.” “Then I cannot begin to see what you will require in exchange.” “No one can predict the future. Perhaps I’ll never call in that favor.” A lie. Of course he would call in the favor, but she needn’t know that. “Doubtful. You seem the kind of man to keep people under your thumb, turning the screws.” The
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