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I shrugged, snuggling into him and the pillow. “I mean, it’s a business district, so there’s always people around.”

“I don’t like you living here.”

Laughing, I kissed his chest and sighed, closing my eyelids as exhaustion began to sink into my bones. “I’ve never had a problem before. It’s fine.”

“Yeah, but you’re mine now and that means…”

“Hm.” My brain was slipping into slumber. “What? That means what?”

“Nothing. I just…I’m leaving town on Monday for a week for business, and I’d feel much better if you stayed at my place while I was gone.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll be fine.”

His arms engulfed me as he slid off the headboard. “I’m going to miss you, Chazzy,” he muttered.

“You’re just going to miss the sex,” I teased, my fingertips stroking the dip of his spine.

A thought occurred to me, forcing my eyelids to open and stare at his Adam’s apple. No, he wouldn’t. I wasn’t his only lover. He would still be getting laid while he was gone.

“Come with me, then.”

My heart skipped and I shoved away from him. “What?”

His features cast in shadows without any light, he traced my jawline with the side of his index. “Come with me. I don’t want to leave you here and…I don’t really want to miss you.”

“M-Milo.”

“What’s the big deal? You aren’t working right now—”

“Thanks to you!” I hissed, recalling why I hated this man.

Even without light, I saw his smirk. “You’re welcome.”

Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and tried to squirm away, but he tightened his hold.

“Come with me.”

“No.”

He snorted, holding my chin. “Okay, let me rephrase. Chazzy, you’re coming with me to New York.”

“The hell I am!”

“What part of me not ever accepting no do you not seem to understand? Now you can do this the easy way, or the hard way, but you’re coming with me.”

He placed a quick kiss to my mouth and settled into the pillows. “Get some sleep.”

I stared at him while he drifted off, an uneasiness fluttering around my chest. Who the hell was this man? Should I be worried?

Narrowing my lids, I sneered, but snuggled against him. Milo Pampinella was about to get his first, firm, unwavering “no,” and there wasn’t a thing he could do about it.

Chapter 14

Chastity Monroe

My finger tucked between the slats of the blinds, I peeked down at the street below, eyeing the strange man. Five years, I’d lived in this apartment without a problem. Now, all of a sudden, I had a creep following me for three days.

“Good gracious,” Jennifer sang.