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The little redhead is becoming a problem. One I’m not accustomed to dealing with. It’s been three months since I saw her in the back gardens of the country club and each day, I’ve grown increasingly agitated.
It’s why I’ve always tried to keep my distance where she’s concerned. I knew she would trip me up and after she started asking about Parker, I started picturing all manner of things I’d love to do to her to shut her up.
Her under me, spread against my sheets and begging for my cock. My name a plea on her lips. Her on her knees, pretty green eyes flashing up at me with that fire I’ve come to seek out.
Heat rushes to my groin and my heartbeat pounds in my ears before I quickly push the fantasy away.
She’ll never be mine.
Now, like a cuck, I’m holding my dick for a chance to see her again. Watch those pretty freckles disappear when I make her blush. See her green eyes flash with that fire I can’t get enough of.
And her scent . . . Jesus fucking Christ. Like something I want to worship and degrade, all at the same time.
I know as well as any other guy not to fuck around with the governor’s daughter.Especiallythe daughter of Laura Gaines. Want to kiss life goodbye in the blink of an eye? Fuck around with the prized princess she parades around like a show poodle.
“You’re early.”
I blow a cloud of smoke at my reflection in the window in front of me. It’s cracked because the hotel doesn’t allow cigarettes, but I’ve never been one to follow the rules.
“You’re late.”
The FBI agent steps into the room with a dark chuckle, sitting down at one of the chairs. This room is another banquet hall, dark as it’s not being used for tonight’s benefit in the main room. Vaguely, you can hear the muffled sounds of the party beyond as all manner of LA’s wealth convenes for charity’s sake.
“Come. Let’s have a little chat.”
I don’t move from my spot by the window. The FBI agent chuckles again.
“You don’t trust easily,” he points out, lighting up the end of his own cigarette.
“And you do?”
He nods. “No. Though, it is my line of work to seek out liars.”
“What about . . . traffickers?”
He pauses for a moment, pulling hard on the end of the cigarette and blowing a cloud of smoke into the air.
“Depends on the kind.”
“Both.”
His eyes glint black in the darkness.
“I’m told you have some information that might be useful for me.”
“My stepfather,” I start, turning around and leaning against the wall. “Is trafficking drugs and people in and out of the state.”
“And you know this, how?”
“I have my sources. Before I give you the proof, I have some things I’d like in return.”
“I could just have you detained and then we’d get the proof, anyway.”
I chuckle darkly. “That’s where you’re wrong, Prince.”
“So, what is it you want?”
“I want my sisters and mother granted immunity. They didn’t play a part in this.”
