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“Did you drive or have you been following me on foot this entire time?” I continue pelting him with questions without giving him a chance to answer the previous. “What about my place? Have you been inside of me-”

A smirk graces that strong jaw of his, similar to the one from earlier where I tried to introduce my knee to his nuts.

“That’s not something you can handle, little girl,” he murmurs before turning to the driver, telling him my address.

“I’ll be the judge of what I can or can’t handle. What else did Bjorn tell you?” I ask him.

“Why do you call your father by his first name?”

“Because dear old Bjorn doesn’t enjoy feeling his age, especially around young campaign volunteers,” I sigh. “The way he spins it, the world would end if everyone knew their favorite political playboy was a single father with a 21-year-old daughter. A senator in the state that houses Sin City doesn’t need the most wholesome image, but he also doesn’t want the appearance of a broken home.”

“And your mother?”

I shrug. “A showgirl or something that Bjorn paid to go away. I’m certain there’s more to that story. But, he never talks about her, and people who knew her say she had mob connections and was trying to influence his political career. No one tells Bjorn what to do.”

He nods and shifts the conversation. “I noticed your itinerary doesn’t have any classes or school, and you just said you were out with your classmates.”

It’s an observation rather than a question, but again, I feel the need to answer. “I graduated early, skipped the January ceremony and the fanfare. Besides, the primaries are in full swing and Bjorn’s up for re-election, which meanswehit the trails to bribe voters with broken promises for the next six months. Going out with classmates isn’t a crime, is it?”

When the taxi pulls up to my apartment building, I’m not sure what to expect. Collin pays the driver before getting out to circle around and open the door for me. His movements are intentional as he holds his hand out.

The moment my fingers slip into his palm, a warm sensation falls over me with my chest tingling, and an unanticipated need to be near him returns. The wee hours of a desert night drifting into the next morning are typically cold, but with Collin beside me, I can barely feel the chill.

The strength of his fingers wrapping around mine as he leads me into the building actually makes me feel safe. So point one for the bodyguard. I still don’t need him, but after that kiss, I want him.

The building I live in is one of the more prestigious buildings in the downtown area of our college town of West Cucina. There’s a private college slated for the children and relatives of important politicians.

Being the daughter of a senator whose actions affect the magnificent Sin City makes me far more popular than I like, but no one truly cares. There’s nothing personal. Everything is simply a faint smile or obnoxious ass-kissing. My experience with other 20-somethings shows me I’m only useful for what I can do for them or their ambitious parents.

“So, are you going to say anything?” I ask him after what feels like an eternity of silence.

“Let’s get inside.” His reply is barely audible as Collin charges toward the entrance of my building. After he pulls out a key fob that opens the door to walk inside, he greets the lobby security guard. “Any noise tonight, Jimmy?”

“Not at all, Sir. I have an extra guard on the floor, but all’s been quiet. Good evening, Miss Girard.” The security guards are always friendly to me, but I can’t say I know much about any of them. Not only does Collin have a rapport with the guard, but he commands respect as well.

A shiver and shudder of lust rattle around in my stomach. I press my thighs together to quench my pussy’s thirst for Collin. Respectful, dangerous, demanding, and it all occurs naturally to him. I wonder how demanding he’s going to be about my itinerary, and the occasional time I veer off schedule.

“I’ll relieve him, Jimmy. Thanks again.” Collin waves to the night guard as he ushers me into the elevator.

The minute the doors close, I can’t help the questions spinning in my head from coming out. “How long have you beenguardingme?”

“Long enough,” he grunts out as he keeps his eyes on the doors.

The longer I stare at him, the more he appeals to me. When he pulls out a pair of keys that look awfully similar to mine, my eyes widen.

“You have been inside my apartment!”

He turns to me, his eyebrow raised, teasing me as he says, “And what if I have? What if I’ve been inside of your walls, touching everything that belongs to you?”

The way he drags his dark brown eyes down my silhouette makes me think he’s not just talking about my apartment. The elevator seems so small, closing in on me as his scent of leather, pine, and desert air creates a rugged aroma that pulls me close. He leans in like he’s going to kiss me again, his hand just above me against the elevator wall.

“You’d be disappointed. Even I haven’t touched the inside of my walls. No one has.”

Collin backs up. He squints his eyes with disbelief. “I know you’re single, but-”

“It’s fine,” I tell him right as the doors open to a security guard standing vigilant between my door and the empty apartment next to mine. My attention shifts to the security guard who I desperately want to call by name, but I don’t know it.

“Evening, Tom,” Collin calls out from behind me. “I’ll take it from here.”

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