Deeply Hers – Carmichael Security Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, New Adult, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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"Nah, it's because Dad told us not to hire her. It's driving her fucking crazy that we're listening to him instead of her," I say.

"Shit. Why didn't I think of that?"

"You have to have a brain to think," Zayne says, earning a middle finger from Zion.

"Just let her answer the phones when she's here." I shrug. "It'll make her feel like she's got one over on him, she'll feel included, and she'll quit bitching about it."

"That's…actually fucking genius," Zion says, eyeing me like I'm brilliant. Which I'm not. He and Zayne are just idiots who shouldn't be allowed to call themselves adults. Ma isn't that hard to figure out.

"I have a meeting with a client."

"What client? What meeting?" Zayne gapes at me like I just told him the world is round. "When did this happen?"

"Two hours ago, at the gym. A musician."

Great. Now I sound like a game of fucking Clue.

Zayne narrows his eyes at me. "Is this a dick appointment?"

"What the fuck is a dick appointment?"

"An appointment in which someone gets dicked down."

"Jesus Christ," Zion and I both mutter.

"No one meets our type of clients at the gym at six in the morning." He shrugs. "That's where you meet someone you want to fuck."

I shoot him a dirty glare. "I'm not gay. I don't have dick appointments, you idiot. And I'm not fucking anyone at the gym. Jesus Christ. I'm not fucking anyone, period. I was at the gym with Bryant. His cousin's sister-in-law needs security."

"Well, now I think you're dicking someone down," Zion mumbles. "Bryant doesn't have a cousin."

"First of all, I hate you both." I point between them, which only makes them grin. "Second of all, if you'd stop fucking talking, I could explain. Third, the next time one of you says dicked down, dicking down, or dick appointment, I'm quitting."

"I don't think he's dicking anyone down," Zayne stage-whispers to Zion. "He's cranky."

I throw up my hands and turn to stomp out of the office.

"Wait!" Zion says through laughter. "Where the fuck are you going, Gideon?"

"To my meeting!" I shout back, refusing to turn back around now. I'll fill them in after the meeting. When they aren't pissing me off.

"With who?"

"None of your fucking business!"

"Rule Two," he shouts back.

Son of a bitch. He would break out the rules we put in the employee handbook. We don't have many of them. Most of what we put in that handbook are stupid things like replacing the roll if you use the last of the toilet paper or sharing popcorn if you insist on making it in the microwave…you know, the minor shit that makes working together easier.

But we treat everything in the handbook as inviolable. Especially the major rules, like not dating clients. Not going anywhere unless someone knows where the fuck you're going. Not doing anything dangerous without backup. And using your goddamn head.

I backtrack to his office. "Bryant did a DNA test and found out he has a cousin. Her sister-in-law is a musician here in Nashville. She's getting ready for some charity event and needs security. She has a stalker or something. I don't know all of the details yet. I'm going to meet her."

"He did a DNA test?" Zion asks.

"What kind of stalker?" Zayne wants to know.

I flip them both off, satisfied that I've met the requirements of the rule. They can stew with their questions until I get back. It serves their asses right for getting on my nerves this early in the morning.

"Gideon!" Zion shouts after me when I walk away again. "You're really not going to answer our questions?"

"Nope!" I shout back. "Peace out, bitches!"

"I still think this is a dick appointment!"

Why did God give me brothers? I just wanted a dog.

Chapter Two

Kenna

"Do you really think this is necessary?" I ask Kane, pacing in circles around the studio lobby. I'm supposed to be recording. Instead, I'm meeting with a bodyguard because my brother is an overprotective crazy person.

"Yes."

That's all I get from him. A staid, unruffled yes.

I spin to face him, annoyed. Only to find him leaning back with his eyes closed. He's not in the least worried about meeting this bodyguard. Ugh.

Why couldn't I have a cat instead of an older brother? That's what I really wanted.

"The least you can do is stress out with me," I sniff, glaring at him.

He cracks a smile. "I think you've got that covered, Kenna."

"You're so annoying. I'm telling Maya you're being mean to me." Nothing much ruffles my brother. But he can't stand when his wife is upset with him. And she loves me, so she always takes my side. It drives him up the wall.

His eyes flash open, settling on me like two fixed obsidian points of malcontent. "I'll tell Ma about the bird."

"You wouldn't."

His eyes narrow infinitesimally.

"Truce?" I bat my lashes at him, which makes him chuckle.


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