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“Why not?”

I pulled her hands away and stepped back, needing the space to gather my thoughts.

“I told you why. We can’t do that again.”

Her cheeks heated, and instead of embarrassment she looked pissed.

“If you try and tell me you weren’t into that kiss just as much as I was, you’re a goddamn liar.”

I stood in silence, watching her get madder by the second. There was nothing for me to say. She was right, I was into the kiss just as much as she was, and had she not broken the spell by asking for more, there was a good chance she’d have my cock in her hand. But she did speak, her voice reminding me I couldn’t touch her.

She stomped to the door and paused, looking back she tried one more time. “Come on, Colin, tell me you don’t want me,” she taunted. “I may be a virgin but I know a hard dick when I feel one.”

A what?

A fucking virgin?

How in the hell does a sexy, beautiful, pain in the ass woman get to be Erin’s age never having had sex? I was getting ready to call bullshit when her shoulders hunched just enough to tell me she was trying to be tough. Erin Anderson was a fake. All her bitchiness and attitude were a put on. A façade she hid behind.

Fuck me, what was I supposed to do with her now?

“I wasn’t. And since you’re a virgin and all, I’ll explain to you that when a woman sticks her tongue in a man’s mouth and rubs her tits on him, his dick gets hard. Hell, you could’ve been anyone and my cock would’ve been begging for attention.” That was a lie, but it sounded like a good story to excuse my behavior.

“Fuck you.”

In a move I would’ve been impressed by if the lamp she’d picked up off the side table hadn’t been sailing through the air straight for my head, I ducked out of the way just in time. I have no idea how she’d managed to yank the cord out, but she had. The proof was laying shattered next to me.

“You’re not only a coward but a liar, too.” And with that parting shot, she walked out the door.

I was no coward—but I was a bold-faced liar.

* * *

“Anyone have a twenty on Sparrow?” I asked into my two-way radio about Erin’s location.

“Negative,” one of the secret service agents replied.

I waited for the other five men to report in before I left the main house and went in search of her. Her disappearing act was beginning to piss me off. I thought we’d gotten past her trying to ditch her security detail. Even though we were on a three-hundred-acre private estate it still wasn’t safe for Erin to wander off. Movement by the guesthouse caught my attention and I slowed my step, waiting to see what it was. I saw it again, only this time it was a reflection from a lens. On silent feet I moved to the side of the guesthouse just as a man was lifting his camera, pointing it at the window. He was too interested in what was going on inside to notice me moving in behind him.

In a smooth, well-practiced move, one arm slipped around his neck and my hand covered his mouth. Five seconds later, he was choked out and on the ground. I picked his camera up and peered in the window. My blood instantly boiled. Erin was naked and there was a man in the room with her. What the fuck? So much for the blushing virgin act.

I quickly made my way to the door and was even more fucking angry that the door was unlocked. Anyone could’ve walked in.

“What the fuck?” I roared, and Erin jumped back and tried to cover herself with her hands.

“It’s not what it looks like.” The man put his hands up.

“Put your hands down, this isn’t a fucking stick-up, asswipe. Give me your phone.”

The man fished his phone out of his suit jacket that was neatly placed over the back of the chair.

“Here.” He thrusted it in my direction.

“Is this your only device?”

“Yeah. That’s all I have.”

“Get gone.” I took his phone and motioned to the door.