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I took a step back, resisting jerking off her bikini and exposing the prize underneath. She obviously figured out what I was thinking, yanking one side of her robe around her heated body.

“Yes, of course you are. I am a reasonable man. No other phones?”

“No. I don’t have a landline. Just my confiscated cell phone.”

“How do your clients call you?”

She seemed surprised at my question. “Most don’t. They use the internet. You know what that is, don’t you? You’re not too old, are you?”

I laughed, enjoying her company a little too much. “You might be surprised. Oh, one of the talented men you call goons down there is a computer expert, an MIT grad. Maybe you can teach him the basics.” My sarcasm was met with a roll of her eyes.

“You’re a comedian as well as a bad man. Such talent.”

I shoved my hands into my pockets and headed for the door, stopping long enough to slowly shift my head over my shoulder. “I’ll be downstairs with the other goons. Incidentally, if you try and escape, which I have no doubt you will, I will be forced to handle our arrangement entirely differently. Do I make myself clear?”

She rubbed her throat as if I’d hurt her. Her gesture was almost insulting, but I had to remind myself that she had no clue what skills I had in my toolbox.

Including the ability to snap a three-hundred-pound man’s neck with my bare hand.

“I would appreciate an answer, Kenya. I would prefer to be your friend during our stay together.”

She smirked, adding a multilayered mask over her fear. She was quite the unusual woman, especially in the face of danger.

“Yes, Commander in Chief. Perfectly clear.”

On top of her beauty, the girl was funny.

Yes, I believed I liked her.

Perhaps a little too much.

CHAPTER 5

Kenya

I was so stunned after the man had left, I hadn’t been able to move. When I finally had, I’d needed to sit on the bed for a few seconds to collect myself. It was obvious Beckham was dangerous, not just from the weapons or my gut telling me they were hiding out from some other bad people, just from the gleam in his eyes.

He enjoyed the hell out of intimidating people.

I was intimidated but even worse, I was also fully aroused. It was one thousand percent insane that a group of dangerous thugs had indeed broken in and I was wet, my thighs sticking together from juice that had trickled past my bathing suit.

I thought of the perfect man characters I’d mentioned to Janie, now regretting it. As far as I knew, I hadn’t rubbed a bottle with a genie inside.

Groaning, I dropped my head into my hands before I willed myself to move. The last thing I wanted was to be in a bathing suit around them. As I stood, I tried to think if there was anything I could do to get myself out of this scenario. My car was parked in one of the garages, my keys downstairs with my purse. If the man was observant, he’d already taken them away. If not, maybe I’d have a chance to escape later if I distracted them.

What better way than to appeal to four men’s stomachs?

Smirking, I headed out of the guest room I’d used, moving to the suite that was all mine, including the small attached office and bathroom. I was now freezing to death, my fingers and toes cold. I knew I couldn’t take very long and rushed into my closet, finding a pair of jeans and a shirt. After grabbing underwear, I hurriedly yanked on the clothes before heading into the bathroom.

With the rush of anger still flowing, when I brushed my still damp hair, I could feel the burn in my scalp from the roughness used. What did I care? I had no clue what they could do or if good ole Beckham would keep his end of the bargain, but as he said, I had no choice.

When I finished brushing, I yanked my hair into a ponytail, taking a few additional seconds to stare into the mirror before reminding myself I’d become their personal chef for the night.

See, Janie? I know how to have fun on a Friday night.

Who was I kidding? I was utterly terrified. I was also curious since I’d heard the name spoken in different circles, and not because of their past political aspirations. As I left the room, I tried to think if perhaps they were a client or something. Nothing came to mind.

However, they had the stink of my former family, my father as bad to the bone as they came.

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