Chapter 45

She smiled and racked her brain for more questions. He was right! She needed to take advantage of this unique opportunity. "How many languages can you speak?"

"Five fluently, three less fluently," he admitted.

"Eight languages!" she gasped. "You could be an ambassador or something for the United Nations. That's incredible, Daniel!"

He shrugged. "This pays a lot more."

She glared up at him. "Or you could have a conscience and do something wonderful with those amazing skills of yours!"

He continued to run his hand up and down the length of her spine sending waves of tingles through her body, reminding her of how deprived she'd been without his touch these past weeks. "How about you have enough conscience for both of us, baby, and I'll protect our backs," he murmured huskily, sinking further down into the couch so his hand couch reach down her back, closer to her ass.

"How many times have you been shot?" she asked.

He hesitated.

"You said I could ask anything," she pouted.