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The best part of the marks is their placement—right beneath the collar of her shirt. She can hide them, but only if she’s constantly readjusting her T-shirt, which shifts out of place with her movements.
She seems to realize this as she yanks at the fabric to keep it in place.
“You were right,” I say, leaning back against a bookshelf, folding my arms over my chest with a cocky grin. “You’re not a toy, but you sure are fun to play with.”
I think she might lunge at me from across the room, but a knock on the door stops her, and I’m tempted to laugh as she desperately pulls at her shirt while muttering curses under her breath.
I open the door to the goofy grin of my most irritating sibling.
“You called?” Damon asks, striding into my office before I can change my mind about this whole mess and slam the door in his face.
“You’ll be Kasey’s security for the duration of her stay here. This means staying with herat all times.”
Kasey’s head snaps up. “No one said anything about security.”
I shrug. “Goes without saying.”
She crosses her arms over her chest, no doubt ready to press the topic, but she remembers the marks and quickly adjusts her shirt before Damon can see them.
“Whatever,” she mutters and storms out of the room.
Damon is about to follow her when I stop him with a firm grip on his arm. He lifts an eyebrow, and I level him with an uncompromising glare.
“Do not screw this up.”
He smiles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”
CHAPTER TEN
Kasey
If nothing else, one thing becomes very clear over the next two days.
Ford hates me.
My very existence seems to piss him off, and he hasn’t even attempted to hide it. I’d think he’s just irritable and snappy with everyone, but he’s perfectly pleasant while he and Kade plan out when they’ll be going to each base between the families.
Whatever. It’s not like he’s any worse than the tyrant that employs him.
I’ve never been closer to committing murder than I was in Logan’s office, and only half of my anger had to do with the animalistic marks across my collarbone.
The other half was furious with myself for the disappointment I felt when he pulled away.
I’ve always viewed satisfying that particular physical need just like any other—eating, sleeping, exercising. It’s just something everyone has to do.
I’ve never actuallywantedsomeone.
And I’ve definitely never wanted someone enough to feel disappointed by their rejection. But when Logan had me up against the door with his lips adoring my skin, I wanted him.
Ireallywanted him.
And the disappointment hit like a kick to the stomach when I realized he was just playing more games.
His smugness didn’t last long before he realized the attention I could’ve given him was now going to his men.
It helps that the soldiers practically trip over themselves for my attention, seeing as I’m the only woman in this entire building aside from Elise—whose fiancé and brothers would slowly and savagely murder anyone who dared to so much as glance in her direction.
I should probably thank Logan for assigning Damon as my shadow; otherwise, I probably wouldn’t be comfortable flirting with the soldiers.
