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her eyes.
    “Give me back my phone,” she hisses.
    I hold it out to her. “I didn’t take this picture.”
    She snatches it and storms back into the salon.
    I trail behind her, trying to make sense of what I just saw. When I was asked to skip the last few stops on my trip to get back to Texas, I was both irritated and intrigued. I assumed any threat to her came from her own bad choices and that annoyed me. I was intrigued by the possibility of having wild sex with Olivia, too. There was always that.
    Now everything has shifted into a far more ominous territory. The guy bothering Olivia is a certifiable nut and sending pictures that would frighten any woman. Clearly, he’s a former lover. The story she told me about only sleeping with one guy is a lie. Maybe she hasn’t slept around but she’s definitely had more than one boyfriend. My hands curl into fists.
    I return to my seat beside her in the salon.
    “I’m packing up my stuff when I get home,” she says, in a sugary sweet voice. “I’m going to Charlotte’s or Sage’s. Maybe Ashley’s.”
    She’s positive I’m the one who took the picture and I’m positive she’s lying to me about a bunch of stuff.
    She keeps her gaze fixed on her phone as she texts someone. Sage or Charlotte or Ashley. I don’t know who the hell these women are. The blonde hairdresser keeps shifting her nervous attention from me to Olivia. She probably thinks I’m a wackjob. Some crazy creeper who likes to snap pictures of sleeping woman.
    Olivia’s phone pings and she reads the message then gives me a smug look as she sets her phone aside. She just got an offer to spend the night at one of those girls’ house.
    Yeah, that’s not fucking happening.
    She narrows her eyes and her perfect mouth curves into a happy, fuck-you, look. Crossing her legs, she leans back in her chair, lounging like some spoiled sex kitten and starts bouncing her foot.
    Temporarily, I’m distracted by her delicate foot and how it’s clad in high heels. I can see the shadow of her instep. Sometime soon, I’m going to bite her there. Not hard.
    “You can just get back on your bike and head out from wherever you came from,” she says.
    The hair dresser jerks her head around as if I might create a scene right there. Throw my cucumber slice or something. Her eyes are wide and part of me wants to bare my teeth just to freak her out.
    “It’s been great staying with you,” Olivia sneers. “You can go find some other girl to stalk now because nothing’s changed since the first time we met. No matter how much you want to pay me, I am most definitely not on the menu.”
    The oxygen leaves the salon with the collective gasp that follows on the heels of her words. The silence is loud and edged with notes of alarm and indignation. When I walked into this place, every single woman was trying her best to eye-fuck me and now not one will meet my gaze.
    They think I’m a bastard. They have no idea. I almost want to laugh at Olivia’s gullibility. She thinks I’m going to shrug off her crazy picture and let her go fend for herself. This thing might have started out a favor for Julia and my father, but it just got a whole lot bigger.

Chapter Eleven
    Olivia
    Luke tails me the whole way home, following me on his motorcycle, making me angrier with each passing mile. Mentally, I go back through all the pictures and messages I’ve gotten. Sick, nasty, desperate things. This is the man I kissed and flirted with.
    He’d made it clear he thought I was trash the first time we met. All my alarm systems went code red and I ignored everything that warned me he was dangerous. I’m a complete fool.
    His touch and his teasing convinced me he cared. The memory of his kiss makes me shiver. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to forget the way he looked when I told him about my first time. There’s something about him that makes me weak and needy. I want to escape him, I want to fall into him so hard it scares me.
    When I pull up to