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He invades my space so close that his chest brushes against mine. “And when yourdaddygets back, I’ll happily get back to my life. Until then, it’s just you and me.”
I roll my eyes. “Lucky me.”
He laughs. “No, Lucky,me. Spoiled ass princess,you.”
“Haha. Very funny.” I push open the door of the room that will be his for the duration of his stay and motion inside. ‘There you go. Stay there, and I’ll stay here. I promise to holler if I need you.”
“I’m not your fucking prisoner,” he growls and seriously, the sound makes my nipples harden to the point they ache. “And I’m not your guest, Aria. I’m here to make sure that pretty head of yours doesn’t get shot right off your shoulders. Got it?”
“Whatever! Run around the whole damn house for all I care. Just stay out of my room. Got it?”
He stares at me for a long time, watching me like I’ve grown an extra head. Finally, he looks like he might want to say something, thinks better of it, and steps inside his room, closing the door behind him.
“Thank fucking goodness,” I growl and go inside my room, slamming the door in case Lucky thinks I might be thrilled about this new arrangement. A knock on the door interrupts my wallowing. “Go away!”
The door cracks open, and Frannie peeks in, sporting a wide grin. “Well, aren’t you a ray of sunshine today? What’s got your panties in such a wad?”
I roll my eyes. “Come on in, Frannie. I’m sorry, I’m just pissed about…every damn thing to be honest.” I hate that I sound like a whiny brat, but my emotions are all over the place, and I feel totally unsettled.
Frannie steps inside with a tray of food. She sets it down on the table on the balcony, before joining me on the bed. “Are you worried about Mr. Morgan?”
I nod. “Among other things, yeah. Of course. They carted him out of the office like he’s a common criminal.”
She laughs. “Girl, there is nothing common about your father, but sooner or later, we all face the consequences of our actions.”
“Consequences? Daddy is a businessman, first and foremost! And he pays a pretty penny to keep the law at bay—or so he claims.”
“True,” Frannie begins with a patient smile. “But we both know that’s not all he is, Aria.”
I sigh and bury my face in my hands. “I know that, Frannie! What am I going to do if he doesn’t come back? Where is he?”
She wraps her arms around me reassuringly. “You’ll be fine, Aria. You’ve never had to discover how strong you are until now, but this is the perfect time to find out. Mr. Morgan might come back, or he might not, but you still have a life to live.”
I sigh, knowing she’s right, but I’m not ready to learn to live without Daddy, even if we basically live separate lives anyway.
“Can you stay a while, Frannie? Keep me company so I don’t go strangle the biker across the hall?”
Frannie laughs and shakes her head. “I’ll stay, but only because I think you secretly fancy that hot biker more than you let on.” She wiggles her eyebrows and playfully nudges my shoulder.
“I do not!” My cheeks flush, betraying me.
“It’s all right to like someone who’s different than you, Aria. Especially when he looks like Lucky.” Frannie fans herself dramatically, falling back against my pillows with a sigh. “No one says you have to put a ring on it.”
“As if,” I snort. “He’s hot in a rough and tumble kind of way, but I wouldn’t…I mean…” My words trail off because I don’t know how to finish that thought.
“You wouldn’t hop on that motorcycle and ride off into the proverbial sunset, experiencing pleasure beyond your wildest dreams?” Frannie teases, feigning concern as she touches my forehead. “Are you all right? Did you hit your head?”
“Funny,” I swat her hand away.
“I’m serious! He might not be your type, and he might be trouble, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s drop-dead gorgeous.” Frannie’s expression turns serious. “Not to mention that he’s here to protect you in case things get dangerous. That’s really hot, Aria, and you can’t deny that.”
“Fine,” I grumble. “He’s hot, okay? Really fucking hot.” I can’t lie to Frannie. She knows me too well.
Truth is, she’s my best friend and the only person in the house close to my age, and the only one who ever really tries to understand me. Frannie never lets my sometimes bitchy ways bother her. Most of the time, she finds it funny and then calls me out on it. It’s refreshing.
“Hot enough to shed those designer duds and show him what’s up?” Frannie asks, her eyes twinkling.
I roll my eyes. “You’ve got a one-track mind, girl!”
