Page 178 of If Our Hearts Collide

When the hell has anyone dismissed me and gotten away with it?

I watch as Penny’s ass shimmies while she saunters away from me, in an outfit I know is lacking any undergarments. Should I be purchasing these items for her to have on stock at my place?

Apparently, yes, I should.

It’s just that I never considered these types of dilemmas before when I have had to pick out clothes for others when an emergency arose.

However, something is different with Penny.

And knowing her, she’d refuse to put them on out of principle.

Enticing little wench.

When I got her belongings delivered via Chris—who I’m shocked took the initiative—and looked through to find her phone, I was livid to find her goal sheet. I knew she had a list. I did not know she had a mission to be promiscuous.

Sure, she alluded to doing so while at the Japanese Garden, but I honestly thought she was bluffing.

Hell, I would have refrained from giving her a new journal for her birthday if I thought it would be turned into her own personal sex documentation system.

Fury burns through my veins as I think of some loser touching her. I imagine this is how Graham and Nic feel when their women are around other men.

Shit.

My situation is different…

Penny isn’t mine. She’s no one’s. And if I have any say, then she will remain that way.

She doesn’t fear punishment because I can’t do anything other than threaten to lock her up. Even if I did, she’d need to plead one time, and I’d cave.

That’s her unrelenting effect on me…

I’m screwed.

I should be thankful that the transparency of Penny’s plans has been revealed. However, the only thing I can’t stop myself from thinking about is some asshole running his hands over her body. She deserves better than anything Limit-X can offer her.

Penny deserves to be worshipped and not in a semi-private setting.

Fuck!

So many horrible things could have gone wrong tonight. What would have happened if our paths didn’t cross?

It’s my fault I took a night off. So much for attempting to have a relaxing time blowing off some steam. Instead, I got an even more jacked-up situation with a passionate blonde girl, who knows exactly how to push every single one of my buttons.

I mean, I do see her point over Limit-X. It’s hard for me to scold her for being there, when I went for my own reasons as well.

For her to think I would tell her brothers is also frustrating. I’m not some type of middleman. I’m simply her bodyguard—and turning out to be a lousy one at that.

If she would just do as she’s told…

When my body can no longer handle her dismissal, I follow after her, gently taking her hand in mine and halting her retreat. Her skin feels warm and smooth, probably from living a pampered princess lifestyle.

Turning her body, Penny moves until she is standing before me. Her bottom lip is tucked into her mouth. I imagine her tongue running over the soft tissue, and the tremor running through my lower half at the mental image lets me know that was a bad decision.

“What?” she asks defiantly. “You plan to snoop through my bedroom nightstand while you’re here? Confiscate anything that doesn’t meet your standards? You can disguise it under the subtitle of not-breaking-and-entering. You know, a technicality, since the door will still be intact? Here, I’ll help you out,” she rants, moving erratically to the side of her bed and using her foot to pull open the bottom drawer. Bending down, she grabs an item and tosses it onto her bed. “I haven’t even used it yet. So no need to gather any potential DNA evidence to ensure it’s mine.”

Her smart mouth sparks excitement up my spine, as I stare blankly at the tiny box that contains a little bullet vibrator.

I can feel my lips curling up into a smile. For starters, that device would barely be a whisper along her clit. I highly doubt something so small could bring her to orgasm without a ton of other types of stimulation.

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