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Raina sitting in a corner office, leaving the annoyed little weasel behind me in the hallway. She's got some explaining to do.
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    R aina looks up as I enter and I immediately see she's been crying. Another surge of terrible fury passes my body.
    " Lee ," Raina says, surprised.
    "Ricky Gerrard?" I ask her straight out.
    The name makes her retreat further back into her chair and press her lips tightly together. Okay, so Eddie wasn't lying about that.
    "How do you know about him?" Raina asks, frowning. "And what the hell are you doing here? After that night, you have some nerve to—"
    Fuck me, even frowning makes her look hot. I'm still so mad I can barely stop myself from storming right out and bashing Ricky's face in. That would probably not be wise, considering the amount of muscle I generally see around him. Only right now, looking at Raina so terrified and almost shaking in her seat, I find myself not giving a fuck.
    "Ed told me," I say. "He hired me to protect you. Want to explain to me why a guy like that is threatening you?"
    Raina snarls. My cock strains against my jeans and despite everything, she looks amazing. sitting there in a form-fitting gray dress. I can see her stockings from here, the line going up under her skirt. Her long hair is falling loosely today over her shoulders and the frown on her face makes her look ferocious.
    I want to mess it all up. Her clothes, her hair, her makeup. I want to take her right here and now on this table so everyone can see. Push myself into her as deeply as I can and claim her as my own, then shoot my seed all over that pretty face, showing everyone she's mine.
    Before she ever says anything, explains anything, I know. I don't care what her story is and how the fuck Ricky's involved; I know only that I will have her. If that means fighting someone for her, fine. Fighting is what I do.
    "He isn't threatening me," Raina says, mad as fuck. It doesn't look vicious at all. It looks hot, and goes straight to my cock. "And there's nothing to protect me from. So thank you for coming but no thank you. Tell Ed to stop overthinking everything and get the fuck out of my life."
    I step forward to stand before her table and stare her down as I did Ed. It's amazing what people will reveal when I'm giving them that look. I don't even need to come up with a lame threat. They know it's in their own best interest not to bullshit me.
    "I don't think so," I tell her. "Until a minute ago, I thought that your Aunt and boss are worrying too much. I figured I'd drop by, see how it really was and how much that Ed guy wants to bang you. Then teach him a lesson and be done with it."
    "Don't hurt Ed—"
    "Shut the fuck up. And then that snob tells me about Ricky Gerrard. Not a name someone just drops because they think it's funny. Even a little shit like him knows better. So you better start explaining before you get us both killed."
    Raina's eyes flash again, but like before, instead of intimidating me it turns me on more.
    "I didn't ask for your help," she snaps.
    "No," I say. "But you need it. You know it and I know it. So you better ask me for help now before I walk out of here."
    "You said Ed hired you..." she protests weakly, forgetting the argument about not needing me.
    Figures.
    "Fuck him. I ain't doing anything until you open those lips of yours and tell me exactly what I'm getting myself into."
    "Afraid?" she asks, furious, mocking .
    I reach over the table faster than she can even blink. Raina suddenly finds herself face-to-face with me, practically on top of the table, pulled right out of her chair. Her long, soft hair is in my hand, driving me out of my mind, but I push the desire aside. I bring her lips inches from mine and hiss:
    "I'm not afraid of anyone, you hear me? Doesn't mean I'll die for some bitchy fit of yours either."
    She snarls back at me and struggles to break free, but I have her. Outside of her office, I see a few people staring, but I don't care.
    "This is not a fit,"