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“Yep. And I ordered an Uber, they should be here soon.”

 

Well, now I was offended. “I said I would take you home. I know you told BoBo no because you didn’t want me to find you. And I know you don’t tell Randy because who knows who all is following him trying to collect money. But I already found you. And I don’t care about him.”

 

Fiona laid her head on my shoulder, much in the way Bunny does sometimes, with her hand on my chest. Unlike Bunny though, I didn’t want Fiona to move away. I needed to keep her there longer. But why?

 

“It's not just you and Randy. There is only one person out there who knows where I live and where I work. It's more because of my job than anything else.” She rotated her head enough to look up at me, I responded by tightening my hold on her. “It’s kind of my job to both protect people from hackers and to catch the hackers when they try.”

 

“Ah, hence you hiding your cyber footprint.” That explained a lot.

Fiona giggled again and hugged my waist. “Just how hard did you try to find me?”

 

I tipped her chin up with my finger, kissing her softly. “Jorge has barely slept all a week, my computer guy. I’ve had people scouring the city for you. I visited your brother the other day, but he was a bit harder to crack than I expected. Guess he does have a protective streak for you. Jorge did find your Dad, so someone has been out here watching. The minute you showed up today, they called me. I’ve been waiting out here for you to come out.”

 

She practically purred as I held her. “All that because I locked you out? What would you have done if I crashed your system and took all of your money?”

 

I growled at her playfully, holding her tight enough to make her squeak. “Try me, princess.”

 

She started laughing but stopped when a car pulled into the parking lot. “That would be my ride.”

 

“No, you are in your ride. I am taking you home. And you will tell me truthfully where you live.”

 

Fiona tried to move away but I wouldn’t let her. She was stuck.

 

“Dillan.”

 

“Fiona.”

 

She glared at me. “No. You do know what that word means don’t you?”

 

I had an idea on how to keep her, which she discovered when she saw my wicked grin. 

 

“No, no more deals.”

 

I roughly moved her to my lap, causing her to squeal again. “You will want to hear this one. Let me take you home tonight, let me stay with you…” her eyebrows went up with that last part, which made me want to laugh, “and I will make sure Randy no longer gambles in my games.” I frowned slightly. “I can promise he won’t gain access to my place, but I can’t promise for the others. I will try, but there is no guarantee.”

 

“You would do all that, for just one night with me?”

 

“Yes, princess.” I was pretty sure I would do almost anything for one more night with her. Not that I was going to tell her that.

 

I pulled her down for another kiss and her phone dinged. She let me pick it up, and watched as I canceled her Uber. She lost her clothes again after that. 

 

Fiona lived in an apartment downtown, with a doorman and security in the lobby. I would have to see about bribing them to keep me informed. I worried about both her job and her brother’s mistakes to the wrong people. 

 

Her apartment was much nicer than Randy’s. I had a feeling the main reason he never saw it was because she didn’t want him to think she had more money than she did. Well, how much she used to have. Before she paid me and who knew how many other people because of him.

 

I wasn’t offered a tour, nor did I ask for one. She closed the door, set down her purse, and walked out of the living room. I only knew it was okay for me to follow because she dropped her clothes on the floor along the way. I dropped mine right on top of them. 

 

I stood in the doorway, wearing nothing but my boxers, as I watched her take off the last two items of material. I could have offered to help, but I was too busy enjoying the show. The black cotton underwear, which were most likely destroyed after our time in the back seat of my car, and her basic white bra, hit the floor as she turned around to face me. 

I slowly took in every inch of her body with my eyes, engraving it to memory. 

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