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“You don’t like me very much, do you?”
Nick glanced away then his sage eyes met hers. “I don’t have an opinion. You’re rich and spoiled, and exactly what I try to avoid. No one who knows me would think that I’d date you.”
His tone was harsh.
“Wow, that sounds like an opinion. You get a prize for trying to be the rebel by not joining your father’s company?”
“I consult at Laurent Industries.”
“And bodyguard on the side?”
Nick shrugged that shoulder again, and the gesture annoyed her.
“Something like that.”
She yawned again.
“Let’s go” Nick stood at the door, waiting for her.
“Where to lover?” Mulberry dramatically fluttered her eyelashes at him.
CHAPTER SEVEN - NICK
Nick ignored her outstretched hand. “This way.”
He gritted his back teeth, watching Mulberry swing her hips, her long strawberry–blonde hair hitting the curve of her ass as she strode in front of him.
Nick lost count of how many languages he silently cursed inside his head throughout that meeting.
Ambush is the better word.
Like Xander couldn’t give him a heads-up? Nick’s throat closed as he jabbed the elevator button. Team Stealth’s mandate was to go where you were sent, but he was pissed about the lack of notice.
Okay, and he was also pissed that his two worlds would collide with this gig.
“Other than being spoiled and rich, is there a reason you don’t like me?”
Her soft voice reached into his stoned-off heart.
He caught a flash of fear on her features as her face slid back into a mask of calm.
“Do I need a reason?” The words came out harsher than he meant.
He was about to walk them back when she glared at him, straightening her shoulders, her lips pursed.
The kind thing would be to reassure her that it’s not because of what happened to her, that his attitude towards her has nothing to do with the fact that he lost one of the best people he had ever known while rescuing her.
But he couldn’t because part of him wanted to pin her to the wall and kiss those glossy pink lips as if possessing her would drive out his grief over Jordan.
“So you’re just a dick, got it.”
The elevator dinged, and Mulberry strode out as if she owned the place.
Nick bit the inside of his cheek, cursing because all he could think about was how those full lips would look around his cock.
He wanted to feel the strands of that shiny hair wrapped around his fist.
His cock twitched as he brushed Mulberry’s arm, walking her down the hallway.
