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chairs and the serving tables with clear glass vases pregnant with scented flowers. She ignored the carefully chosen antique tables, the vast oil paintings showing hunting scenes from times gone by. Her whole system was in a state of high alert.
    She’d been in a bedroom with him once before.
    It might have been years ago but those old feelings of attraction, arousal, along with frustration, rose up to crush her breath. Then bitter memories of her utter desolation washed over her. Along with her heart  Rafael had broken something vital inside her that night.
    The way he’d rejected her made the old anger burn hard and burn bright. But she couldn’t think of that night now, because to think of it meant dealing with it. And the only way she knew how to deal with it was to get mad.
    Clinging to anger like a drowning man thrown a life jacket in a stormy sea, she used the feelings to stiffen her spine.
    Coco dropped onto a plush velvet sofa the colour of a cappuccino, crossed long legs and folded her arms.
    Face flushed, she tipped her chin.
    ‘Hurry up and get to the point. Some of us have a life to lead.’
    On his way to the bar fridge, he turned and shot her a warning look.
    ‘Drink? I believe Stoli Razberi is your tipple of choice.’
    ‘I’m driving.’
    ‘Never stopped you before,’ he muttered under his breath.
    But she heard him and rose to the bait. ‘I never drink and drive.’
    Dark eyes lasered into hers.
    ‘No, you drink and can’t stop.’
    Bastard.
    One mistake made long ago and the son-of-a-bitch never let her forget it.
    Her cheeks burned with guilt, regret.
    ‘People change.’
     
    Rafe wished he’d kept his mouth shut because winding her up wasn’t going to help her see reason.
    Still he struggled with the deep annoyance, which he always felt around her these days.
    Discipline.
    That’s what was needed here.
    She was the result of an over indulgent father and the lack of a mother.
    As much as it galled him to admit it, Coco had been running rings around his security team for weeks, months even, and he’d only discovered that fact less than twelve hours ago.
    It wasn’t her bodyguard Samson’s fault. The man was only doing what he’d been told by Ms Coco Monroe.
    Since they’d been at dagger’s drawn for over a week, her father had asked him to handle it and that was exactly what he was going to do.
    His mouth set in a thin line Rafe studied her profile as she waited for him to speak, trying to remember why he should tread carefully.
    When they weren’t hissing and spitting, father and daughter adored each other. Maybe Charles Monroe was over-protective, controlling even, but who the hell could blame him for keeping her on a short leash?
    He’d been very careful with how he’d brought Coco up.
    Plus she’d been taught the value of money. 
    She should have inherited a fortune from her late mother on her last birthday. But Charles had wangled and finagled a way to prevent her touching it until she was thirty.
    ‘For her own protection,’ he’d told Rafe. ‘To keep the worst of the fortune hunters at bay.’
    He’d attended the meeting when Charles broke the news and recalled the serious way Coco had looked directly into her father’s eyes. She’d shrugged, unconcerned, and continued with a conversation about the latest fashions. After all, the daughter of Charles Monroe represented the family, the wealth he’d accumulated. And Coco’s tabloid exploits were great for business.
    But as they now knew to their cost those exploits attracted the crazies too.
    In Rafe’s opinion she was a bad tempered, spoilt rotten, society princess.
    And what the hell did she think she was playing at?
    Her personal protection team was not a subject up for negotiation.
    When her violet gaze caught his, the tightening in his thighs, his gut, and everywhere in between was unprecedented.
    Rafe let out a long, slow breath.
    His gaze took a nice lazy stroll over that fabulous body, the endless legs and