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jacket, unbuttoning it as he gently bit my lip. I moaned, beginning to work on his shirt, desperate to feel him. I grabbed his shirt and started to slide it off his muscular frame but it was caught on something. I reached for whatever it was, my hand brushing against something cold and hard. I recoiled in shock, stepping back as if I’d been bitten. “What the hell, Cole?”
    Cole glanced down at the gun in the shoulder holster, looked back at me. “Protection. The job I do is –”
    “I know what your job is, Cole,” I snapped. I was angry, frustrated, horny… and the man I wanted was carrying a gun.
    “Dani –”
    “No!” I looked at the man who I suddenly realized I knew absolutely nothing about. I shook my head. “I just… no.” I turned and ran to my room, slamming the door and locking it behind me. I looked around the room, at all the nice things that surrounded me. What had Cole done to get these things? I collapsed on the bed, crying. I had decided to take Abri’s advice. Screw that stupid piece of paper. I was finally willing to sleep with Cole, but was I willing to climb into bed with the mob?
     

PART TWO

Chapter 7
    I opened my eyes… and then quickly closed them again. I didn’t know what time it was but the day had arrived too damn early. Slowly, resigned to the fact that today couldn’t simply be avoided, I opened my eyes again and sat up. I was still wearing the dress from last night, which looked a lot worse after being slept in. I looked around the room. It was like waking up in a luxurious hotel suite. I could probably live in here for the rest of my life and be comfortable; just have Jasper bring me food, like room service. It seemed like a good idea.
    Someone knocked lightly on the door. “Madam?” Jasper said, “I hate to disturb you but your door appears to be locked and Mr. Anderson was wondering if you would like to join him for breakfast.”
    My first instinct was to say no, I wouldn’t be joining Mr. Anderson for breakfast… or anything else. Ever. But I was hungry, and I couldn’t hide in the room forever, no matter how nice the idea seemed. I sighed. “Sure. I need to freshen up a bit.”
    “Very good, madam.”
    I crawled out of bed, pulled the dress off, and made my way to the bathroom to wash up. Today was going to be a busy day. I needed to get back to my apartment and figure out how I was going to repay Cole for the stuff I bought, and I needed to figure out what to do about my trashed car… and I probably needed to get a restraining order against Billy. Yeah, the day was going to suck.
    I dressed in jeans and a t-shirt – more stuff bought with Cole’s probably-illegal money – and stood staring at the bedroom door. Eat, be polite, call a cab, leave. Simple. I took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm myself, and then opened the door, prepared to face my suddenly-uncertain future.
    Cole sat at the dining room table, flipping through a newspaper. He was dressed in another suit. I sat across from him. “You should join the 21 st century. The news is online these days.” So much for being polite.
    He grinned. “I prefer an actual newspaper. Reminds of when I used to watch Dad read the paper when we were kids.”
    I couldn’t help but smile. Cole’s father had been a great stepdad to me, very friendly and easy-going, but he had one rule that was practically carved in stone – no problems, no drama, no fussing until he had his first cup of coffee and looked through the paper. I nodded. “Yeah, it wouldn’t be the same if he had been holding an iPad.”
    Cole laughed. “My dad with an iPad. There’s a thought.” He shook his head, smiling. “Dad never even bothered with a digital watch. He wouldn’t know what to make of things today. Texting in 140 characters and taking pictures of food would make him think people had lost their minds.”
    Holy crap! With all the drama in my life, I hadn’t even asked how his dad was, and now I knew. “Oh. I’m so