King (Rogue Rebels MC 2)

“Relax,” Colt interrupted. “You should have a high opinion of yourself. I certainly do.” His eyes roamed my body, as if he could see it right through my old t-shirt and sweatpants. I swallowed and suppressed a shudder, not wanting him to know just how uncomfortable—and hot—he was making me. Once again, memories of that passionate night we’d had together started drifting through my mind in ways I wished it wouldn’t. But there was no use denying it—I hadn’t had a night like that since leaving Colt back in Turkey, and my body was dying to re-experience it.

And based on the way he stared at me, he knew it.

I shook my head. “This is unacceptable. If you’re going to be working for my father, our relationship has to be purely professional, nothing else. Got it?”

“We’ll see about that,” he said, still grinning.

God, his confidence was infuriating! Just as a retort was about to spring from my lips, my father returned. “How’s it going in here?” he asked, smiling.

“Great,” Colt said, his devilish grin instantly turning polite.

“Excellent,” Dad said. “So I hope that means you’ll accept my offer. Did Natalie tell you how much we both appreciate what you did for us back in Turkey?”

“She surely did,” Colt said, a barely concealed laugh evident in his voice—or at least to my ears. My father didn’t appear to notice anything unusual though. Colt cleared his throat. “She was actually very welcoming and accommodating to me back in Turkey. I’m glad to have met you guys back there. I guess it was fate, huh?”

I pressed my lips together and gripped the edge of the t

able before me, not at all liking Colt’s word choices about me being welcoming and accommodating. The nerve of him. I couldn’t believe he dared to be so brash in front of my father.

However, my dad remained utterly oblivious. He smiled wider. “Wonderful. Natalie means everything to me. Ever since her mom died, it’s just been me and her.”

“Well, sir,” Colt extended his hand to my father, “now you have me too.”

Dad positively beamed. He clutched Colt’s hand enthusiastically and gave another jovial laugh. “That’s just what I want to hear! Welcome to the team, son!”

I swallowed, knowing that trouble was clearly on the horizon.

The guy who gave me the best sex of my life was going to be our new security detail.

FUCK.

CHAPTER 6

Colt

When I relocated to the United States, Speaker Finley had already been on my mind. As the months passed, I never forgot his promise that if I returned to the U.S., I would have a job. So, I wasn’t entirely surprised when I received a call from him, but I was still pleased nonetheless.

Sure, Speaker Finley seemed like a respectable guy, and I hoped he actually would become Vice President of the United States. If I was being perfectly honest, I thought the man might even possess the character and qualities needed to make a good president. And who didn’t want it on their resume that they had once worked for the President?

In all honesty though, it wasn’t just Speaker Finley’s credentials that I was impressed with.

His daughter was a big part of it too.

Natalie Finley was a natural beauty that I just couldn’t get out of my mind no matter how I tried. I had wanted her from the second I laid eyes on her, and I had wanted her again every passing second that she wasn’t with me. I didn’t want to be superficial and say that it was her looks that had me so enthralled, even though her looks definitely couldn’t be ignored.

There was more to her than a pretty face though. That much, I was sure of.

Nevertheless, she was the kind of girl who kept me on my toes. When Speaker Finley announced that he wanted me to be head of security, responsible for protecting his daughter, I initially had cold feet and wondered what I had gotten myself into. I was used to protecting people, so it wasn’t a matter of my ability to do the job—the real issue was my ability to keep my professional distance.

The sex with Natalie had been so delicious, it made me feel as if I’d been missing something special my whole life thus far. Sure, there were other women in my past—plenty of them. Yet, none of them had ever left me feeling the way Natalie did, and I was still trying to figure out why that was.

While I hated to admit it, there was something mildly intimidating about Natalie; it became apparent just how intimidating I found her after I’d made a complete fool of myself when Speaker Finley reintroduced us in the library of their home.

I’d had my heart broken one good time back in my day, and the affects had been long-lasting. In the aftermath, I had frankly become somewhat of an asshole. It was a defense mechanism—whenever I encountered a woman who thoroughly captured my interest, I fell into my bad-boy act, being rude and over-confident. Therefore, if the girl in question turned me down, I could readily blame my attitude rather than myself as a person. I knew the logic was flawed, but I just couldn’t seem to get over it. After that night in Turkey when I woke up to find Natalie already gone, there had been a hollow feeling inside of me that I knew would mean trouble if I ever saw her again. So naturally, when I did—that egotistical maniac sprung out, treating her like a piece of meat that I knew would eventually land on my plate.

I’ve never regretted anything more in my life then her leaving Turkey the way we left things. And it certainly didn’t help that after becoming responsible for her safety, my desire for her continually grew out of control. But I knew I had to keep my distance from her. Professional detachment had never been so complicated.

Trying to keep my feelings in check got more and more difficult the more I grew to know her. I had learned her schedule, and it revealed quite a bit about her. She was intelligent, driven, liked to stay in shape, and was fiercely loyal to her father.