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“Fair question, but no. It’s because I own them. Well, most of them.” Bambi’s mouth fell open, her eyes going wide. “I’m serious. Most of them are on my brother’s payroll, which also makes them mine. Long story,” he rambled.

“That explains a lot that’s wrong with this shit hole.” She turned and marched away like her ass was on fire. Scrap that. Her asswason fire. It was so fucking hot he couldn’t stop staring. It was like a bouncing pendulum that had his hard cock bobbing along with it.

“Stop following me! Do you want me to make a scene? Because I can make a scene.” She looked back at him, and the anger in her eyes made him groan as his lust ratcheted up yet another notch.

“Full stop, I know the neighborhood you live in, and I plan on seeing you home whether you want me to or not. That area is dangerous late at night—call me old-fashioned.” He stopped walking as she turned and stopped directly in his path.

“You’re the fucking stalker in the Porsche?” She put her hands on her hips. “Huh-uh. No way. I have enough shit going on in my life. I don’t need a fucking sicko too. Do you have a fetish you’re trying to fulfill, or do you just plan on killing me?”

He laughed at her rant.

“If I were any of those things, you’d be gagged and in my trunk or already dead.” He shrugged his shoulder as if this was common sense.

“Yeah, cause what you just said wasn’t fucking creepy at all.” She wrapped her arms around her body, and Arek knew he was failing badly. He’d never had to worry about what to say to a girl. They simply fell at his feet. This was like walking through a field of landmines.

“Look, I’m not very good at this whole getting to know you thing, but that’s all I want. I tried to speak to you privately at the club, but you always refused, so I was forced to resort to this. All I want is to see you home and have a conversation, that’s it. I promise.” He held his breath as she scrutinized him.

“I don’t do private conversations with men in the club, it always leads to them wanting more, and I’m not interested. So if you’re hoping to get your dick sucked or fucked out of whatever this is, you can turn your lily-white ass around and walk the other way.”

He smiled wide. “I certainly wouldn’t say no to more, but I promise that is not my intention, at least not until you beg for it.”

“Fucking men.” Bambi walked off once more, and he reached out, grabbing her arm before she could get far.

“Bambi, I’m sorry.”

She looked down at his hand, and he instantly removed it.

“Sorry? Dude, I don’t even know you, and you have not said one word that would make me trust you. Why the hell should I let you walk me home?”

He watched a car pass by as he thought about how to clean up the pile of shit he’d just stepped in. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“Here, take a look.” He held out the folded leather piece to Bambi. Her hands tentatively reached out and took the offering. “My license is in the front. There is a picture of my mom in the area that holds money.”

She lifted her brow at him but did as he asked and opened his wallet. She thumbed through the cards, checking out his name and the cash he was carrying, but then she pulled out the three photos in his wallet. And she looked at each one with quiet scrutiny.

“You’re a soldier,” she asked, turning a picture toward him. It was the one of him with his unit.

“I was a soldier. I’d blame my lack of social skills on that, but my brother would tell you I’ve always been like this. Foot-in-mouth disease is my specialty.”

She handed the wallet back.

“Fine, you can make sure I get home alive.” She rolled her eyes sarcastically. “I’m not sure how I’ve managed italoneall these years without a shining knight, but if it gets you away from me faster, let’s go.”

They fell in step, neither of them speaking as they arrived at the bus stop to wait. It was a good thing he’d only worn a T-shirt, or he would’ve combusted on the spot. Her eyes kept darting up at him, and every time his heart rate rose a little higher. She may hate him now, but he was determined to win her over or die trying.