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“I’m driving.”
“What? No. I told you. You don’t need to.”
“Yeah, I do.”
“Fuck, Alexander. People have break-ins all the time. It’s a random event. Take it easy. No matter what my brother says, there’s no need to go all overprotective-police-sergeant on me.”
“I thought you said you hadn’t contacted the police.”
“I haven’t because, like I explained to Chase, they won’t take it seriously. Nothing is missing, and I wasn’t hurt.”
He crowded right into her personal space. “Well, I take it seriously, and I don’t want you to get hurt, so I’m driving whether you like it or not.”
She rolled her eyes and sighed. “Fine. Whatever. But hurry or else I’ll be late.”
Alexander considered that a win. He sculled the rest of his smooth black coffee and followed her outside, ensuring she handed over her spare key, and locked the house.
She slumped into the front passenger seat of her black SUV and crossed her arms over her breasts, her rebellious pout returning. How he wanted to kiss it off her lips and hear her crying out his name with red-hot desire.
In his fucking dreams.
During his call of duty, he’d wished scratching a purely sexual itch would enable him to forget Sage, cope with stress. So, for a while he’d indulged in a sort of sex oblivion.
It didn’t help.
Sadly, even alleviating his sexual frustration didn’t stop the nightmares.
Or regrets.
Finally, he got the message and stopped the meaningless casual hook-ups, replacing them with meditation. Far from the panacea he’d hoped for, the practice still assisted in grounding him and settled his heightened emotions…somewhat.
He sat behind the wheel, adjusted his seat and mirrors and thrust the key into the ignition.
“Are we going?” Her voice sounded impatient and irritable and his hand twitched, eager to bend her over his knee and spank her hard for her insolence.
Instead of replying, he started the car and took off down the street. “You’ll need to direct me, babe.”
“I told you, I’m not your ‘babe’. It’s Sage. Nothing else. No pet names. No arrogant, condescending, chauvinistic ‘endearments’. Understand?”
Oh yeah, she’d made herself beyond crystal clear. He knew she’d be pissed with the whole situation, but he’d hoped she’d see the sense of him being her bodyguard and settle down.
Not the case.
It seemed she needed to take it out on someone, and he’d be the lucky recipient.
Her tense silence was like a mini warzone. Luckily for him, he specialized in negotiation, problem solving on the fly and navigating difficult circumstances.
Alexander had to keep focused on the end goal—her safety. He’d rather she didn’t hate him, but he’d do whatever it took to ensure she stayed well out of harm’s way.
She issued directions through gritted teeth, and he almost chuckled—but he knew better. It would only aggravate her further, and he didn’t want to anger her to a point where she couldn’t assess a presenting threat.
Anger had a way of shutting down the rational mind, making a person’s thinking pinpoint-narrow and blocking out a broader perspective. He’d learned that pretty bloody quickly. A commando had to get control of his emotions or die—or put others at significant risk.
“Pull over here, please.”
He parked out front of a stylish, high-rise building and turned to her. “What time do you finish?”
“Fuck, Alexander.”
