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I had a lot of respect for the girls at the brothel.

Keeva told me if I wanted to do this and get away with it, I was going to have to use my looks and let strangers touch me.

My first instinct was to throw someone through a wall if they touched me and I didn’t know them.

I’d been doing this for years now to figure out how to get close to someone and I still wasn’t used to it.

It never didn’t feel like bugs were crawling on my skin.

I got what we needed and got us out of there. And Lance looked like he wanted to punch me in the face again and I didn’t know why this time. I punched him in the face and I let him hit me back twice. We should be square and there should be no more face punching.

“First of all, fuck you. Secondly, don’t manhandle me.”

“Shit, sorry. I just needed to get out of there. The woman who trained me to do this tried to help with the whole ‘strangers touching me’ thing, but I still hate it. The women always do it. I try to get what I need and get out of there as fast as I can.”

At least he looked like he got it instead of wanting to maim my face again.

“Yeah, you’ve always been like that. Maybe the next one will think I’m sexier than you and I can deal with it. Let’s go look at the crime scene.”

I didn’t know why any of these women found me attractive. I was missing an eye and when this woman met me, Lance had mangled my face. Panas reset my nose, but that and my eyes were purple and swollen. She still zeroed in on me instead of Lance, who shouldn’t be allowed to be that beautiful.

I lived with women and I was going to marry one someday, but I really didn’t understand them at all. Maybe that was why everyone I had marrying feelings towards were men, even if Lance Argent hated me and confused the shit out of me.

At least he didn’t look like he wanted to head butt me again.