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“Don’t be that way, Azalea! I just don’t want anything to happen to you!” my father growls.
“Too damn bad. I don’t want your money and I don’t want your fucking babysitters.”
“He’s not a babysitter. He’s a security guard. Essentially.”
I snort. “Humph! Well, essentially I’m not interested. You do what you need to do .”
“Ma’am! Sir! I’m gonna have to ask you to keep it down!” The pretty nurse pops in, her glare burning all of us.
“Sorry about that, Cassidy! We’re just trying to work out all the logistics for my safety and my father thinks a little differently than I do.”
I turn to glare at my father, ignoring the dark man standing silently in the corner. “I’m not doing it. You take your pet with you! He’s not following me around.”
I turn away from both of them, huffing loudly, my arms crossed tightly.
“This isn’t over, Azalea, darling. I’ll let you get some more rest but you are going to have someone taking care of you. It’s not a question.”
My father stomps out of the room and I turn to watch him and his shadow. The other man is much bigger and rough-looking even in the suit. He turns to stare at me at the door. I lift my chin, unwilling to back down.
“I’ll be outside, princess,” he grumbles and it’s like the low rumble of thunder before a storm. I can feel it ping-ponging in my belly, setting off a round of fireworks like I’ve never felt before.
I hold my breath until he walks out and then I fall back to the bed, stunned. I’ve never felt like this and never even thought I could. I don’t want it. The sparks and shivers tingle under my skin and I rub my arms, distracted.
I rub my eyes, exhausted, letting my mind drift until I slip into sleep again.
Only to wake up hours later, disoriented and frightened. There’s hollering in the hall and a woman yelling at the top of her lungs.
“I’m telling you! He was there. A tall man with surgical garb on and a mask covering his face. I couldn’t see much.”
“Maybe you’re just imagining things, Fee!” That voice! Ugh! I can feel my body stiffen and my thighs rubbing together, my core fluttering.
“Why the hell does that keep happening with that damn man?” I grumble under my breath.
Then I jump and swear when two figures fly through the door.
“Shit! What the hell is going on?” I scream.
The dark-haired woman runs up to the bed. “It’s alright. I’m Fiona Maxwell. My husband owns the security company that your dad called in. I’m just here to check on things.” A wide smile tilts her lips. “I’m a huge fan!” Her hazel eyes sparkle. “I’m not supposed to say this but the guys were hoping that I could talk you into having us take care of you.” She nods her head over to the tall, angry, silent man hovering in the doorway. “And Vic here is the best of the best. You’re in good hands with him.”
Immediately my mind darts over to look at him, our eyes locking, his hands clenching at his sides.
“Stop it, Fee! If she doesn’t want a bodyguard, you can’t make her want one.”
The dark-haired woman’s eyes shift back to me. There’s a crinkle in between her dark brows. Her eyes flash golden sparks. “I really think you should reconsider. Especially because that man was here again. And he had this…”. She holds up a cloth and I shiver, recognizing the pale blue scrap of fabric. I can still feel it pressed to my face, my fingers clawing at it frantically.
“You saw this before?” The low growl sounds like gravel being poured. He stiffens and he steps over to Fiona and snatches the rag out of her hands. She shoots him a glare.
He steps over to me and holds it out but I flinch and move back, lifting my hands in front of my face.
All of us know exactly what’s on it and why he had it. Not why he keeps messing with me though.
“You really think you can handle this?” The giant asshole growls, shoving the rag in a baggie.
“I..I…” I can’t make myself lie. I can’t really. I don’t know why he keeps coming back or who he is but I shiver, my eyes locked on the blazing dark eyes in front of me. He’s angry. Furious. I just don’t know whether it’s at me or the stranger messing with me.
But I shake my head and grunt. “No. I don’t think so. I think I might be in real trouble.”
I gasp when he replies, “that might be the first smart thing I’ve heard you say.” And then he stalks out of the room and I turn to the dark-haired woman.
