Seduction in Session by Shayla Black, Lexi Blake Read Free Book Online Page B

they weren’t going to clear up this argument on their own. “I didn’t get shot so I would say he’s done a bang-up job so far.”
    Her father moved to her bedside, his eyes softening the minute he looked down at her. “Hey, muffin. How are you feeling?”
    “A little embarrassed that you called me muffin.” She licked at her ridiculously dry lips. “Connor protected me. He got me out of the wayof that bullet and took the brunt of the crowd as they ran away. Am I in the emergency room?”
    “Yes.” Her father took her hand. “Your mother is going to cut her trip to San Francisco short.”
    Her mom was visiting friends. They were supposed to go on a tour of wine country. She never got to do anything for herself. “No. I’m fine. I’m sure it’s just a bump.”
    “You have a knot on your head and the doctor says I’m supposed to watch you overnight, but other than that they’re releasing you as soon as you’re awake and feel strong enough to walk,” Connor explained.
    “You’ll come back home, and I’ll have a security detail for you in a few hours.” Her father pulled out his phone.
    If she let him dial those numbers, any freedom she had would be chucked right out the window. “Dad, no. I’m not going to Arlington. I’m going to my place and it’s all right because I already hired a bodyguard.”
    Connor’s eyebrow lifted in a quizzical stare. She shrugged because there was no way she wasn’t going to hire him now.
    Her father shook his head. “I don’t like it. I don’t like it at all. I don’t know who this man is and I don’t trust him. For all I know, you hired him off Craigslist and he’s a serial killer. Maybe he set up the whole scenario to con a job out of you. Have you thought of that?”
    She came by her conspiracy-theory tendencies honestly. Her dad could come up with some whoppers. “Dad, he didn’t set anything up. I wouldn’t hire someone off the Internet.”
    Connor cleared his throat. “Really?”
    He had a way of making her feel dumb. “It’s not the same. You came with a reference.”
    “From a man you met on the Internet,” Connor replied in that annoyingly hot, arrogant way of his.
    “Are you kidding me?” Her father was suddenly standing next to Connor, and she had the distinct sense that she was being ganged up on.
    “Niall is a friend. He’s an activist in California and I’ve been speaking to him for weeks. He’s a good guy.”
    Connor shook his head at her dad. “He actually is a decent guy, but there’s no way for her to know it. She’s never talked to him in person.”
    “We Skype almost every day.”
    “Every day for a couple of weeks but you’re only messaging. For all you know he’s some creepy old dude looking to add to his harem of stolen brides.”
    Her dad turned, fully engaging Connor. “She always does this. She’s far too trusting and I swear it’s going to get her killed one day. When she turned eighteen, do you know what she did? She hopped a bus to Guatemala with a bunch of hippies to pray to some hippie deity and smoke god only knows what in the middle of the rain forest.”
    “We were building sanitation systems for poor villages.” She sighed and kind of wished her concussion had been worse so she didn’t have to sit through a recitation of her sins.
    Her father gritted his teeth. “She left a note.”
    “Because there was no way you would have let me go,” she pointed out.
    Connor stared down at her. “Of course he wouldn’t have let you go. You’re the daughter of a senator of the United States of America. You’re a high-value target to many South American groups.”
    Her father nodded. “That’s what I explained to her. Kidnapping important people is big business in that part of the world, but did she listen?”
    “I also didn’t get kidnapped because I didn’t run around with a sign that said, ‘Hey, Daddy’s got cash. Please kidnap me
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’ I’m not an idiot. I know how to blend in.”
    “You