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JERRED’S PRICE

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, May 2004

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

PO Box 787

Hudson, OH 44236-0787

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-84360-843-X

Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

Adobe (PDF), Rocketbook (RB), Mobipocket (PRC) & HTML

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Martha Punches.

Cover art by Darrell King.

JERRED’S PRICE

Joanna Wylde

Chapter One

Transit Station Three

Just inside Imperial Space

Year 6296, Saurellian Calendar

“How’s Giselle this evening?” Vetch asked expansively as he walked into the bar.

Giselle winked at him, used to his flirting. The station was part of the freighter captain’s

usual run, and he came in at least once every other week. She gave him a big grin and

leaned forward across the bar, flashing her cleavage at him.

“I’m fine, Vetch,” she said. “Getting better all the time. What can I do for you?”

“My friend and I needed a comfortable place to talk, and naturally we thought of

Manya’s,” Vetch said, gamely attempting to maintain eye contact with her. Every few

seconds she caught his glance darting downwards. Men always looked at her chest first

She was used to it by now.

“They’re still there, hon,” she whispered conspiratorially. “Don’t worry, I check on

’em first thing every morning, just for you.”

Vetch blushed, and she gave a deep, rich laugh. Then he started laughing, too, and

to her surprise he leaned forward and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek.

“You’re one in a million, Giselle,” he said. “But I have business to take care of this

evening. Can you set up me and my friend with a pitcher? Talking business is thirsty

work.”

“Is there anything that’s not thirsty work for you, Vetch?” a man asked. Giselle

looked up, startled.

Her breath caught.

Vetch had always seemed tall to her, but this man towered over the friendly

freighter captain. His face was hard, angular, and a nasty scar twisted one side of it,

pulling his features into a permanent snarl. Startled, she looked down quickly, but she

couldn’t seem to take her eyes off him. He wore tall, black boots that seemed to be made

of leather, of all things. Leather was expensive… Her eyes moved slowly upward

following a roughened pair of black breeches that clung to every lean muscle of his legs.

A loose, black shirt draped his upper body, and he carried a leather jacket cradled in

one arm.

His gaze met hers coolly as her eyes reached his face. That scar caught her attention

again, and she found herself looking at it with morbid fascination. What kind of wound

would do damage like that, and why hadn’t he gotten it fixed? He cleared his throat

meaningfully. Embarrassed, she flashed a smile at him. She had been rude. He didn’t

smile back. In fact, he didn’t respond to her at all. Instead he looked away, checking out

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the room as if he was expecting trouble. Her intuition pricked, and she made a mental

note to keep an eye on him. If there was trouble this evening, she’d bet her last credit it

would come from him.

“Find a seat, and I’ll be right with you,” she said to him, trying not to let him see

how uncomfortable he made her. She’d be damned if she’d show him weakness.

“Thanks, Giselle,” he said softly. He rolled her name across his tongue slowly, as if

savoring its taste and sound.

He nodded to Vetch, indicating a table against the wall. As they walked over

together, she watched out the corner of her eye as he took a seat against the wall.

Definitely dangerous. She might want to warn Manya…

She brought them their pitcher and some glasses, and tried flashing another smile at

him. But even Vetch’s expression was sober now, and it was clear her presence wasn’t

wanted. Then a group of Debsian traders came in talking loudly, and her attention was

taken up filling their drink orders. Still, she pointed the man out to Manya when he

came out from the back office to tend bar. She didn’t like Black Leather’s attitude one

little bit.

The bar filled steadily over the next two hours, and while she checked regularly on

the two men, they didn’t want anything more from her. She had to admit, the way

Vetch’s friend ignored her piqued her interest. She was used to men noticing her, used

to them paying attention when she flirted and smiled at them. She was getting nothing

from him, although at times she felt as if might be watching her.

After she stopped by the table to check on them a third time, something flickered in

his eyes as she brushed past him—she knew she was on to something. He noticed her,

but he didn’t want to show it. She smiled to herself, wondering why she was bothering

to play this little game with him. Boredom? Maybe. A little flirting would make the shift

go faster. After all, if he were going to cause trouble, he would have by now. She

reached one hand to her already low neckline and pulled it down just a bit. Manya gave

her a pointed look, which she ignored. Cleavage sold drinks—he knew that. She was

just doing her job.

On her next pass through the tables she ignored Black Leather, focusing on the

Debsians instead. She leaned over as she served the traders, flashing them a wide

expansion of soft, sloping breast littered with ginger-colored freckles. Out of the corner

of her eye, she caught Black Leather’s stare. She pretended not to see, and then leaned

forward even further.

“Anything else I can get you boys?” she asked in a low voice, winking at the

loudest of the traders. He was a bluff, friendly looking man who didn’t seem used to

getting attention from women. His friends hooted, and one slapped him on the back.

Encouraged, the man leaned forward and held out two fingers with a credit chit

between them.

“This is all yours, darlin’,” he said. “I don’t suppose you want to come back to my

hostel with me?”

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“Nope,” she said with a wink, “I’m not really that kind of girl. But I appreciate the

offer.”

The men groaned, and then, to her surprise, their leader reached out and tucked the

credit chit between her breasts. She drew in a breath, about to let him have it, when she

caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. She had Black Leather’s full attention

now. Feeling pleased with herself, she laughed and stood up.

“Thanks, sweetie,” she said, picking up her tray and balancing it against one full

hip. “I appreciate the tip.”

“Another round!” one of the traders said in a loud voice, face flushed from drink.

“We’ll keep you busy tonight!” They all broke into a round of cheers, thumping the

table for emphasis. Feeling pleased with herself, she sashayed away from the Debsians

toward the two men against the wall. Vetch waved her away from them, but she came

over, pretending to misunderstand his gesture.

“Can I get you boys anything?” she asked. Black Leather shook his head, darkness

filling his face. Vetch looked a little nervous, and Black Leather leaned back in his chair,

lifting one arm casually and laying it on the seat back behind him. Her eyes ran down

his body languidly. Then they stopped. He had a blaster holstered against his side. The

jacket had hidden it from her sight when she’d first come in.

Damn.

Manya had a security screen on the door. Why hadn’t it picked up his weapon? She

felt the smile fade from her face, growing uncomfortable under his steady, cold gaze.

“We ask our customers to check their weapons before coming in here,” she said

uncertainly, looking toward the bar for backup. Manya was deep in conversation with

Kisti, the other barmaid. Neither looked in her direction. “It’s against station regulations

to have a blaster in an establishment that serves alcohol. It’s a serious offense.”

“I prefer to keep my blaster with me,” he replied in a cool voice. She glanced at

Vetch, saw him swallow, and then nodded her head, feeling sick. Black Leather was

trouble. She had sensed that from the start, why hadn’t she trusted her instincts? Damn

men.

“All right, then,” she said, trying to smile. “I’ll leave you to your drinks.”

This time there was no hint of a swing in her step as she walked away. She ignored

the wave they gave her at another table, walked right past the bar and down the

hallway to the ladies’ fresher. It was a one-seater, and she locked the door behind her

with carefully controlled movements. She turned to the basin and flicked her hand in

front of the spout. Warm water poured out, and she shook her head in disgust.

“Cold,” she said shortly. Obediently, the temperature of the water changed. She

splashed her face with it, leaned against the counter and sighed. She needed to let

Manya know something was up with this guy. But would Manya be able to do anything

about him? He wasn’t the kind of man to be dismissed lightly. If they just left him alone

until he left, that might be safer for everyone. Only fools provoke predators, she

reminded herself. Lay low and you’ll be fine.

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She stood there for a moment longer, then took a deep breath and opened the door.

He stood in the hallway opposite her. Waiting.

“I have to get back to work,” she said, trying to duck past him. He stepped forward,

blocking her. She looked around nervously, hoping someone would see them, come to

her rescue. There was no one.

“We’re going to talk,” he said shortly. He stepped forward again, backing her up

against the door. She fumbled at the handle, damning whatever idiot had decided to

install it so the door opened outward. Otherwise she might have just been able to duck

back inside. Not that a door would stop him. She would just have to brazen him out.

“What can I do for you?” she asked brightly, trying to sound confident. Up close he

was huge, much bigger than she’d realized before. Her head came to the middle of his

chest. She could smell him. Male. A hint of something else, maybe the leather?

Something inside her uncurled and she felt a tingle between her legs. She was actually

attracted to the man, she realized in disgust, despite the blaster. How had that

happened?

“How much?” he asked shortly, breaking through her mental dialogue.

“What?”

“How much?” he asked, reaching one hand to her chin, tilting it up so that she

looked into his face. His features were grim, strained. The gash of his scar twisted the

skin along his left cheek, a dark-red tangle of rigid flesh.

“For what?” she asked, confused. “Look, I won’t tell anyone about the blaster.”

“You.”

She burst out in nervous laughter—this was just too surreal. Instantly his face grew

colder, and she fell silent. She had provoked him far too much already.

“I’m sorry, but I think you’ve got the wrong impression,” she said carefully,

searching his face. “I’m a waitress, not a whore. I’m not for sale.”

“Really?” he asked, his mouth twisting. “That’s not what I saw.”

“Just because I flirt with a customer doesn’t mean that I’m selling myself,” she said

softly, eyes darting down the corridor. Where the hell was everyone? “I’m allowed to

flirt. I like flirting.”

“You carry yourself like a whore,” he said grimly. He reached between them,

slipping his fingers into her cleavage and pulling the credit chit out. “I saw them giving

you money. Do you think you’re too good for me? You’re not.”

She stiffened, feeling fury build up within her, overwhelming the fear that had been

there seconds before.

“You have no right to speak to me like this.”

He smiled, the movement twisting the scar until he looked like a monster.

“I’ll pay extra,” he said smoothly, stepping closer. He angled his head in toward

hers. “I’ve had to do it before. You can even keep your eyes closed so you don’t have to

see me. Just tell me the price.”

Joanna Wylde

She shook her head, unsure what to say. He was dangerous and he was armed.

Anything might set him off.

“It has nothing to do with how you look,” she said finally. “I’m simply not in the

market. Go to a pleasure house, they’ll take care of you there.”

“I want you.”

He caught her hand in his. She tried to pull away from him, but he was so much

stronger she might have been an insect for all the good it did her. He pulled the hand

down between them and pressed against his groin.

His cock pushed against his breeches, hard and ready. Reflexively she squeezed her

fingers, and he gasped. He leaned forward against her, crushing her to the wall. She

squeezed again and he moaned.

Panicked, she writhed against him, trying to escape.

“Don’t move,” he said between gritted teeth. “Not unless you want me to fuck you

right here.”

Giselle froze.

After a moment he eased back, still holding her hand to his hard length. She could

feel the heat of his arousal coming off in waves. To her disgust, she was responding.

Her legs tingled and she held back a shiver.

“How much?” he asked again, his voice hoarse.

“I’m not for sale,” she whispered. “You have to believe that.”

“Everyone is for sale,” he said. “It’s just a matter of finding the right price.”

His eyes held hers for a moment; she was transfixed. Then he eased back from her,

releasing her hand. She drew it back, wiping it against her apron reflexively. He

propped one arm up against the wall, imprisoning her just as effectively as before.

“I’m staying at the Pleasance Hostel with Vetch,” he said slowly. “He’s going off-

station tonight, but I’ll be here another two cycles at least.” He lifted one hand between

them and reached into her cleavage, slowly sliding his fingers back down between her

breasts. His fingers caressed the gentle slopes. Why had she worn such a low-cut, tight

blouse? Why had she pulled it down so far? His gaze burned through her with an

intensity beyond bearing. She closed her own eyes, denying him that window into her

soul.

She felt him lean forward, and he whispered in her ear.

“Take this,” he said, his warm breath sending shivers through her. She felt his

fingers brush something scratchy against her soft skin. He’d put something in there,

where the credit chit had been. “And think about your price. I’m prepared to pay it.”

She remained still, frozen with eyes closed for another moment. She felt the heat of

him pull away, heard him walk slowly down the hall. She counted to thirty, took a deep

breath and opened her eyes again.

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It was as if nothing had happened. She could hear the distant sounds of the bar,

hear people laughing. She walked slowly back into the open, eyes immediately turning

toward the table where he and Vetch had sat. It was empty.

“Giselle!” Manya called from his spot behind the bar. She turned to him, and her

boss looked over at her, frowning. “Where have you been? You got customers waiting.”

She turned toward him, forced herself to smile.

“Sorry, I was in the fresher.”

“You move faster next time,” he said, his words harsh but his tone gentle. Then his

face softened. “You all right?”

“Manya,” she said slowly. “Did you see that guy who was in here with Vetch? He

had a blaster.”

The man’s broad forehead knotted into frown.

“You sure ’bout that?” he asked. “We have the sensors turned on. They were

serviced less than a week ago. No way would he be able to get in here with a blaster.”

“Well, he had one,” she said. “I don’t know how he got it in, but he did.”

“You see him again, you let me know,” Manya said, frowning at her. “Now go take

care of your tables. I’ll let Brant know, he’ll keep an eye out for him.”

She nodded, picking up a tray. The Debsians called out to her in a drunken chorus;

she hurried toward them, pasting a bright smile on her face. Black Leather was gone—

everything would be fine now. Their bouncer, Brant, was a big man. She doubted that

even the tall, scarred man would be able to get by him without a fight. Things were

back to normal, and she should be thinking about her tips, not the man in the hallway.

Four endless hours later her shift ended. She picked up her small bag from Manya’s

office and headed out the door, glad that it wasn’t her turn to close. She wasn’t up to it.

She nodded goodbye to Brant and headed out the door, keeping one eye open for Black

Leather. She doubted he was still around, but you couldn’t be too cautious. Blessedly,

the open, two-story arcade that served as a thoroughfare through the space station’s

port was almost deserted.

Here and there groups of drunken spacers lurched by her, talking to themselves

and calling out to every woman they saw. Ahead of her were three men dressed in

engineer’s coveralls. They waved at her, shouting something. She couldn’t make out the

words, but she knew the tone. They wanted to get laid. She laughed, shaking her head

at them. Typical spacers. They were no threat to her, years of experience had taught her

how to distinguish between men who were truly interested and those simply going

through the motions.

She doubted the engineers would be capable of making it with a woman at this

point anyway. They could hardly walk, yet two of them peeled off from the group and

lurched toward her. She rolled her eyes and waved them off with a short, shooing

gesture. A dark shadow detached itself from a narrow passageway between two stores.

She sensed him right before he took her arm.

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“She’s with me,” Black Leather said coldly to the drunks, who looked confused. He

gave a low noise, almost a growl, in the back of his throat and they took off down the

street. So much for chivalry, Giselle thought in disgust. It hadn’t occurred to even one of

the engineers to ask her if she wanted to be with Black Leather.

“I told you, I’m not for sale,” she said tightly, turning away from him. He was

wearing his jacket now, but it didn’t fully hide the bulge of his blaster. She tugged at his

arm, trying to pull free. He ignored her.

“Where do you live?’ he asked shortly. “It’s not safe out here. I’ll see you home.”

Like hell you will, she thought darkly. She was suddenly sick of his attitude, sick of

men treating her like some kind of play object. She had worked a long shift, and she

was damn tired. Was it too much to ask to simply go home and rest?

“I’m not headed home, I’m going to visit a friend.”

“Male or female?”

His tone froze her.

“Male,” she said slowly, wondering if that might get rid of him. “I’m seeing

someone. We’ve been dating for several weeks now.”

“No,” he replied shortly.

“What?”

“No,” he said. “You won’t visit him. Tell me where you live and I’ll see you home.”

She searched her mind, wondering what to do now. She didn’t want him to know

where she lived, and didn’t want to lead him to any of her friends. Hell, she’d only been

on the station a couple of months. She had acquaintances, not friends. How was she

going to get rid of him?

“I forgot something at the bar,” she said suddenly. “Can you take me back there?”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Well, it’s the truth,” she said, putting a note of irritation into her voice. “I forgot

my keycard, and I’m not going to get into my apartment without it. Let’s go back to the

bar.”

She eyed him sideways under her lashes, wondering if he’d go for it. Without a

word, he tugged at her arm and started walking back toward Manya’s. When they

reached the door, she asked him if he wanted to wait outside for her, but he just shook

his head. Brant stepped aside and let them pass through the door without a word. She

tried to signal him with her eyes, but the big man seemed distracted. Damn. She waited

for the alarms to go off as they passed through the security sensors guarding the door,

but nothing happened. Would anything go her way tonight? Why the hell didn’t anyone

but her seem to notice his blaster? Disgusted, she opened her mouth to catch Brant’s

attention; this had gone too far already.

Black Leather squeezed her arm tightly, pulling her close to his body so she could

feel the outline of his weapon.

The message was clear.

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