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"Yeah. He really gets off on the control, you know. Every time he says jump, everyone around him stops, asks how high, and falls at his feet. I don't. I've never been like that, and it bothers him. You can tell he really hates the idea that I won’t bend to his will."
“I think that's what makes you so fascinating.”
“Careful now, I might almost think you like me.”
He chuckled low, and my gaze fell on his lips. “Don't you worry, no danger of that happening here.”
We walked and talked for another hour, meandering slowly through the campus before heading toward my flat, and I finally got comfortable enough to tell him a version of the truth. “You wanted to know why I was hiding in the shoe cupboard. I wasn’t supposed to be there, but I was looking for information on my sister. I hoped I might be able to find something in his room, but I almost got caught for my efforts.”
“Maybe I can help you.”
“How?”
“I’m not just a bodyguard. I’m pretty handy with a computer. I can poke around.”
That little flutter in heart was back again at his words. “You would do that?”
He narrowed his gaze at me as if I had asked something stupid. “Of course. After all, we’re mates now, and you’re not going to kill me in my sleep.”
I chuckled under my breath. “The jury is still out.”
When we reached the flat, he took the keys from me to open the door. "You don't have to do that,” I said.
“Part of the gig. But also, let me be a gentleman, would you? After the last few weeks being a complete twat, a part of me wants to show you that I'm not and make up for it."
He turned the lock and then stepped forward, hitting the light switch. I was right behind him, but as I attempted to step inside, I bumped into a brick wall of muscle. He immediately backed me up. "No, get out."
I frowned and shoved against his solid muscle. "What the hell are you doing? I'm exhausted, Westin. Come on, let me in."
I tried to move around him, but he stopped me, trying to shove me out of the flat. I ducked under his arm. "I don't know what the hell you're—"
I stopped short.
Someone had tossed my flat. Completely ransacked it. Several of my snow globes were broken.
"F-fuck me."
He tugged me back. "Let's go. We need to call the police. We can't stay here."
A few weeks ago, my life was neat and orderly. It made sense. But now, fucking hell, now my life was a wreck. In pieces. I had been cascading downward ever since he’d walked through my door.
Turning with tears of anger pouring down my face, I swung hard against Westin’s chest and shouted, "This is all my father’s fault. He did this."
“Nissa, stop. Listen to me. I'm here to protect you. We are leaving right now, and you can comply or I can toss you over my shoulder. Your choice sweetheart, but either way, we're leaving. So what will it be?”
24
Westin
“I’m in no mood for another one of your I fucked up phone calls Westin, especially at this hour.” Gabe growled through the phone at me. For someone who was in charge of a whole division of spies, he could be a downright son of a bitch when woken up.
"That was damn out of order, especially when your guys made a mess of my knicker drawer. I thought you trusted me to get you information, not come in on the backside and try to find it yourself."
I could hear the fatigue in Gabe's voice and could almost picture him pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just what the fuck are you talking about?"
"Your team. I told you I would get you what you needed. There's no reason to take that route. I have to tell you, you're losing your touch, mate. The fuckers left a mess.”
The phone went silent.
