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He leans in close, telling me, “Cory, I like to hear every ounce of pleasure I’m bringing you. If we didn’t have to be inside within the next few minutes, I’d eat that delicate pussy like a peach on a hot summer day right here in this parking lot. I don’t give a fuck who sees.”

“Those are not the words of my bodyguard.”

He shrugs, takes a step back, and holds his arm out to me just like he did this morning. “You’re right. Those aren’t the words of a bodyguard. It’s your Daddy talking, little girl. Now, be good and let’s head inside. We’ll finish this later.”

5

COLLIN

To pretend like this isn’t a breach of my contract is insane.

However, I can’t keep my distance from Cory anymore. Following her for the past few weeks brings out a primitive side of me I don’t remember having for anyone else before.

This job. This hotel. It has me on edge. My professionalism suffers every time I’m close to her. We stop in front of the valet stand, where the guy running security approaches me. The conversation is brief as he hands me an earpiece to talk with the rest of the security team.

The guy has the nerve to smirk as he eyes Cory from head to toe. It only takes me half a step to block his view as I tell him, “I think you need to move along now.”

I wait for him to say something, but he doesn’t. Cory, on the other hand, tosses a wink over her shoulder as I follow her into the entrance of the hotel after giving the valet my keys.

“I don’t think he meant to stare, Da-”

I clear my throat, glaring at her in a manner to let her know this is not the time or the place for that. She giggles and I make a mental note to swat her backside nice and pink later for her misbehavior.

The lobby of the hotel has about a dozen women meandering while political banners drape above the conference room door. I can’t stop scanning the area for possible threats as Cory smiles brightly and greets the voters.

It only takes a minute for me to notice the woman from the night before … Lilibet. She’s tall, gaunt with dark brown hair but blue eyes so sharp they look like crystals. The grin on her face tells me that she’s making her way toward me with Cory making her way inside the conference room.

“Good morning, Collin.” Lilibet smiles and stands beside me like she’s a part of the security team.

“Morning, Miss Samuels.” My greeting is short and clipped as I continue to survey the sea of faces that continue to multiply the closer it gets to the start of this luncheon.

“You don’t look like Corgi’s beau. You look like Secret Service.”

“What difference does it make, Miss Samuels?”

“Well, that means if you’re not fucking her then you can fuck me. You’re -”

I hold my hand up to cut her off. “Before you say something you can’t take back, Cory Girard is the only woman I’m interested in sharing my time or my bed with. Now, please, Miss Samuels, head inside and find something to occupy your time that doesn’t involve me.”

She deserves the shade of red dripping down her face as she hustles away from me. I will say that Lilibet is a professional as it doesn’t take long for her to refocus on the event at hand.

After a quick check-in with the other security guys, I head inside the conference room where large round tables zigzag around a stage and podium near the rear wall. I see Cory speaking with a worker of the hotel. Her energy tells me she’s flustered, so I make my way toward her.

She grumbles something before the employee shrugs and walks away.

“What’s wrong?” I ask her with attendees taking their seats. I can feel her energy. It’s frantic. There’s panic setting in.

Cory takes a deep breath before she throws a handful of words at me. “The audio system isn’t working. There are campaign volunteers and interns who are being redirected to Bjorn’s impromptu press conference. He was supposed to be in Vegas for something but called back to do I don’t know what. I have to give this speech and no one’s going to hear me.”

“Hey. Look at me, Cory.” I lock eyes with her and give her a crooked grin. “As loud as you were last night-”

She cuts me off, blushing, “I wasn’t that loud, Daddy.”

“Little girl, listen to me,” I whisper, allowing her to pull me into a space where it feels like we’re the only people in the room. That’s when it hits me. “I’m not talking aboutthat. I’m talking about you screaming at the guy to do something about me stalking you.”

She forces a smirk seemingly to ease her frustration. “I thought it wasn’t stalking.”

“It’s not. It’s work. Just like this is work for you. I’m going to be near the back of the room. Just project that beautiful voice to me. Tell me why to vote for Bjorn.”

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