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“I fucking told you not to cuff me like this. If you want to play with my balls so bad, just fucking tell me next time.” I got to my feet and fully turned to face the guys. There was no backpedaling from this. There was only moving forward. “Watch out. Next time, it’ll be one of you who wakes up cuffed and at his mercy.”
I held my head high as I walked past the guys, refusing to look any of them in the eye. I’d figure out my payback later. For now, I just had to get out of these cuffs.
“First on the agenda today,” Cash said, breaking through the loud chatter in the room. “Team One, you’re up. The job is a good one. You’re gonna love it.”
The grin on his face said otherwise. “So, we’re going to hate it.”
He slid a few folders across the table to us. Lock picked it up and flipped it open, chuckling to himself. “Seriously?”
I snatched my copy and opened it, dreading what I would find. Wren Crosby. “Boss, you gotta be kidding me,” I said, barely holding my tongue from lashing out about the injustice of it all.
“That’s right,” he grinned. “And guess who’s close protection on this one?”
I was already shaking my head at him. “Nope, not doing it.”
“But you fit the profile perfectly,” Cash pointed out. “A rich heiress in need of protection… who better to fit into her world than a man who is already obsessed with his looks?”
“I am not obsessed. I like to look nice. There’s nothing wrong with that!”
“Brock, tell me…” Cash cleared his throat. “Just how many combs do you have on you right now?”
I glared at the man while everyone else chuckled. “Alright, so I carry a comb. It’s better than looking like you ruffians.”
“Ooh, we’re ruffians,” Lock laughed.
“Shut up, Fabio. At least I maintain my tresses. Yours just hang down your shoulders.”
“Hey, I pull it up.”
“Yeah, in a fucking ponytail. You look like a girl.”
“Alright, ladies,” Cash cut in, “That’s enough bickering. If you need a tampon, ask Rae. I’m sure she can provide you with one.”
“Hey, I resent that, Cash,” Rae snapped. “Since when have you ever seen me have an argument with someone over my hair?”
“Very true. You’re more of a man than they are.”
I slapped down the folder and shoved back my chair to stand. “Alright, that’s it. You want to get someone on the job? Choose one of them,” I pointed at the others. “Edu would be great for it. Sexy, single, all that…raw sex appeal.”
“Thanks, but heiresses aren’t my thing.”
“Sure, now they’re not. Wait until you’re a kept man.”
“Somehow, I doubt money will make me suddenly like the rich princess. I’ll let you take this one.”
I looked to my other teammates for help, but they were all looking anywhere but at me. “Fine. I’ll do the job, but only because I’m a professional. How bad can it be, anyway?”
Lock snorted. “Are you hoping this job goes sideways? Who the fuck says shit like that?”
“Not the job, asshole. The woman. She can’t be that bad.”
“Did you not hear him say heiress?” Edu laughed. “This job is going to be a nightmare.”
“Yeah, like you’re one to talk. You practically shoved her off on me,” I said, slumping down in my chair.
I flipped through the file as Cash started handing out other assignments. Wren was gorgeous, the kind of woman most men knew they’d never get their hands on. She was rich, sophisticated, and had a flawless reputation. Not that any of us would be interested in a woman like her.
Apparently, the beautiful heiress had a bit of a problem with a stalker, and it was our job to follow her around and keep her safe, all while I posed as her boyfriend.
