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Cage sighs. “It doesn’t matter how busy I am. If you need something, you tell me. If you’re hungry, tell me. If you need to pee, say so. I can’t take care of you if I don’t know what you need.”
Oh.
He has to stop saying things that speak to my Little side. The last thing I need is to slip into that headspace because once I’m there, I can’t snap out of it quickly. Thankfully, I’ve learned to suppress it over the years so I’m overly aware when those feelings are surfacing.
“It’s not your job to take care of me. I’m a big girl.”
This time, the look he gives me is anything but serious. He raises an eyebrow and smirks. A dimple appears on his cheek, and I can’t keep from staring at it. How is it that Cage is both terrifying and hot at the same time? I bet he has girls crawling all over him. Hot ones. Like models. Not skinny, freckly redheads like me with no boobs and no butt. It’s truly unfair just how good-looking he is. I kind of hate him for it.
“Are you?”
I blink several times, drawing my eyebrows together. “Am I what?”
What were we talking about? I got distracted by his pretty face.
“A big girl. Because from what I’ve seen of you, throwing a tantrum, refusing to tell me you have to pee, then having another tantrum about me following you into the bathroom, I’m starting to wonder if you actually are.”
“I didn’t have a tantrum.” I huff as I roll my eyes.
Nice, Ember. Real good argument. I’m really showing him.
“Whatever you say,” he replies, though his tone is dripping with sarcasm.
I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long few days with Cage. Hopefully, his brothers aren’t as annoying.
“How many brothers do you have?” I ask again. I’ve lost track of how many people he’s talked to on the phone since we were on the plane. He called multiple men brother.
“Fourteen.”
“Fourteen?” I repeat louder than I mean to. But sheesh, that’s a lot of freaking brothers.
“None of us are blood-related. We’re all sort of… adopted,” he adds.
I scrunch my face, confused by his statement, but as someone who grew up without any siblings or really any family, I guess he’s pretty lucky to have so many people in his life.
“Are they all bodyguards too?”
He gives me a sideways glance. “None of us are bodyguards.”
That makes me sit up straighter. “What?”
Oh my God. Did my father hand me off to the wrong person? Is Cage here to kill me?
“Relax, firefly. We’re fully qualified to protect you. It’s just not what we typically do.”
Bringing my hand up to my racing heart, I let out a breath. “What do you normally do?”
Cage shrugs. “Bad shit. For the greater good. Things Little girls like you don’t need to know about.”
“Oh, that makes me feel better,” I mutter.
He chuckles. “Just speaking the truth, firefly. You’re too fucking innocent to know the details of what we do. I’m not a good man, but of all the men in the world, I’m the one who can andwillkeep you safe.”
I believe him. Though I won’t tell him that. His head already barely fits through a doorway. He might be a bit strange at times. Eccentric, maybe. Cocky as heck. Way too good-looking for his own good. But…
Crap.
I think I like Cage Black.