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me. As I dropped his hand, I stepped back
and folded my arms over my chest; my mother was watching me with
wide eyes as if waiting to see what I would do.
    I raised my
chin as I faked a confident smile, dragging my eyes over him from
his head down to his toes. “Well, Ashton, you don’t look like the
normal guys I get assigned. I’m gonna be generous and say that
you’ll last a week, maybe even ten days, before you request a
reassignment,” I teased cockily.
    One side of his
full lips pulled up as he shook his head. “Actually, Miss Spencer,
I’m here for eight months, and I don’t quit,” he replied
confidently, folding his arms across his chest too, mirroring
me.
    The arrogance
he was exuding made one of my eyebrows rise, but I fought
desperately to hold back any reaction to him. “You can call me
Anna.” I waved my hand dismissively, ignoring his attitude.
    “Anna it is
then.” His answering smile was gorgeous and seemed to light his
whole face.
    My mother
cleared her throat obviously. “Why don’t you show Agent Taylor to
his room, Annabelle? Maybe you could give him a tour of the house
and grounds too. Show him where the lake is.”
    I frowned at
that. They always expected me to play nicely with these agents. I
had no idea why though, because they never lasted long and then the
whole routine would start all over again. “I’ll show him to his
room, but he’s a big boy, I’m sure he can find the lake himself. I
mean, you can’t miss the damn thing, it’s right there.” I turned
and stalked out of the room, ignoring Ashton exchanging
pleasantries with my parents behind me.
    As I stalked up
the hallway, fast footsteps sounded as he ran to catch me up.
“Thanks for waiting,” he muttered sarcastically.
    I scowled over
at him. In all honesty, I was a little surprised at his attitude.
Usually the guards were all ‘Yes, Miss Spencer. No, Miss
Spencer’ . Clearly this guy had some balls. “Whatever, pretty
boy. You want me to show you to your room or not?” I snapped. My
body still hurt and I wanted to take a nap before dinner.
    “Sure, that’d
be great.” His arm slipped around my shoulder. My heart seemed to
stop before my body reacted immediately. I ducked under his arm and
put both hands on his chest, shoving him as hard as I could.
Because I’d caught him off guard, he stumbled back a step and
looked at me with wide, horrified eyes. My teeth clenched together
as I pulled back my right arm, throwing a punch in the general
direction of his face. But he was too fast for me and threw his arm
up to block my hit before holding both hands up innocently.
    “I’m sorry! I
shouldn’t have done that, I’m sorry,” he apologised quickly,
shaking his head.
    Tears welled in
my eyes as my body shook from the shock of it. Male attention
wasn’t something I could deal with anymore. It brought back too
many memories that I could barely even cope with.
    “That’s it,
you’re gone,” I growled, spinning on my heel, about to march back
to my father’s office and demand that he be transferred.
    “Oh shit, come
on, no, please? I promise that won’t ever happen again, I just
forgot myself, that’s all. Please? I need this job,” he begged, as
I marched down the hallway.
    The pleading
tone to his voice seemed to strike a chord inside me and I stopped,
gritting my teeth, considering. I swallowed the lump that formed in
my throat and turned to face him. I could see how sorry he was just
by his slumped shoulders.
    “You’re an
asshole,” I spat venomously. These men had no idea of the power
they held over me and how much even just a casual touch could
affect me for days afterwards.
    He nodded,
holding up his hands innocently.
    “Don’t ever
touch me again. You’re already hanging by a thread,” I muttered,
shaking my head angrily. I had no idea why I was giving him another
chance. Usually I would have strutted into my father’s office and
demanded they send him away, but the sorrow in his eyes