AN: This story is dedicated to a-rock-n-roll-suicide, who gave me the idea for this story, helped me with the basic premise, and even beta-d for me. So, this is for her. And again, miss roll-suicide, sorry for the title.
Much as he hated giving credit to other people, Kesslee had to admit that Rebecca Buck was rather pretty when she was dragged in to meet him. He hadn't known what to expect from a girl who'd been running an impressive water stealing operation and had killed eight or nine of his men and emerged without so much as a broken bone, but the image of a young blonde in a strategically torn shirt, red bra, and miniskirt hadn't crossed his mind. He'd thought she might have been exactly what he was looking for, and he knew his intuition hadn't failed him when she gave him that glare. There was an arresting mixture of confidence, anger, and of course, slight fear in her face, a mixture that made her look so charmingly defiant. He knew he was going to have fun with her. The ones who gave in quickly were always so boring. He offered her the chance to work with him right away, knowing full well that she wouldn't accept. Her rejections would just make it all the better when she acquiesced, when her face would lose that smugness and would soften into placid obedience. He had wanted Rebecca from the first time his men had given him reports on her illegal activities, and now that she fancied herself his enemy, his victory would be even more complete when she finally submitted to him. He knew it might take a while, but he was willing to wait. Aside from his recent personal feelings towards her, she would be very useful to him. If she proved to be everything he hoped, he might even let her take over Water and Power when he died. How absolutely gorgeous that would be; his adversary coming so completely over to his side as to continue his work. He smiled as she struggled against the guards. She would be fun to break.