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“See what a good woman does for a brother?” Rock grinned. “Wipes out the need for any other pussy.”

I wasn’t going to admit to the smug bastard that he was right. And that reminded me that my woman was upstairs waiting for me to return. “I’m claiming Daisy.” The look on my VP’s face revealed that he’d known it was coming. “BK’s company is installing an alarm system at her place in the morning, so someone will be there to protect her during business hours. She’s agreed to stay here nights but that’s temporary. I want protection on her twenty-four-seven.”

Rock didn’t hesitate. “You got it.”

“Congrats, brother.”

I gave Fox a questioning look.

“You’ve joined the rest of us pussy-whipped brothers.”

Chapter 27

Daisy

King’s Security arrived bright and early with a small crew of three, and I was surprised to see that BK was one of them. He not only oversaw the work his two employees did, he worked right alongside of them. I knew Jimmy and Cody weren’t members of Phantom Riders because they didn’t have the bad-boy vibe going on, and they weren’t wearing cuts. That’s when I learned that some of the businesses owned by members of the club were run by what they referred to as civilians.

Before the end of the day my business and home was protected and monitored as BK had insisted in giving me an upgrade that included outside surveillance cameras. When I asked him about the price he waved me off, saying it was a special he was running, but I knew Big John had a hand in it. It made me warm inside thinking that he worried over my safety.

His possessiveness didn’t bother me as it had with Paul. Paul had made me feel like an object, something he’d acquired and didn’t intend to give up. Big John made me feel special, and protected, and even though he hadn’t said the words, I knew that he cared about me.

And I was falling in love with him.

Like a tornado, he’d entered my life and become a big part of it from the start. He knew what he wanted, and though he’d been bossy about it thinking about his rough ways now made me smile. No, there’d been no wooing with flowers and candy or dinner dates with Big John. He’d simply stated his wants and then taken them, claimed me, without apologies. Thinking about the last time he’d had his hands and mouth on me, I shivered.

“You cold?”

Jasmine’s voice pulled me from my quiet wanderings. I found myself staring blindly out the window behind the receptionist desk. We didn’t really need the desk, and I made a mental note to replace it with a small sitting area.

“Hello?” her impatient voice called.

I chuckled. “I’m sorry, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah, I wonder about what,” she snickered, sweeping the floor around her station. “Or who.” She shot me a knowing wink.

“Actually, I was thinking about getting rid of the desk and setting up a small waiting area there. We really don’t need a receptionist desk.”

Jasmine stood there for a moment, staring at where the desk was. “Yeah, I can totally see that. A little couch with a table and some flowers. Maybe a massage chair.”

My eyes widened. “I like the idea of the massage chair. For those guests waiting while someone gets their hair done.” I met her eyes. “Good idea.”

She shrugged. “I’m not just another pretty face.”

I laughed. “No, you’ve certainly proved that you’re not.”

She began to sweep again. “So, when are the tanning beds arriving?”

“Well, the storm set delivery back a day but they should be here by the end of the week.”

“Good. I’m pale as a Mainer.” She bent and scooped up her pile of hair into a dustpan.

“You are a Mainer now,” I said unnecessarily. The phone in my back pocket vibrated letting me know that I was getting a text. I pulled it out and glanced down, smiling. It was Big John.

“Hey, beautiful."

“You must have the wrong girl.”

“Really? This isn’t the cute little girl from the salon down the road? The one with the big tits and round ass?”

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