Protector #5 (A Navy SEAL Military Romance) Read Free Page B

“It’s a small
amount of time to ensure your safety. Give me seven days and you can go home.”
    “Fine, as long as we agree,” I said gruffly to try and cover up
the effect he was having on me. “Seven days, and not a day more!”
    “I just want to find him, and put him away so that you’ll be
safe,” he said softly as he ran his fingers across my cheek before lightly
brushing my lips with the tip of his index finger. That was too much, and I
backed up against the elevator wall as I looked at him warily.
    “Don’t try and manage me,” I warned. “I might have had sex with
you a couple of times and enjoyed it, but do not try and manage me because you
think you have some kind of advantage over me.”
    “I’m not managing you,” Brian sighed as his shoulders slumped.
“I’m simply trying to keep you safe.”
    At that moment, the elevator reached our floor and the doors
opened. I quickly walked out and headed down the hallway failing to even notice
the room service guy who was cleaning up the dishes left outside rooms until
Brian said, “Hey, can you get us a few more glasses?”
    “That’s housekeeping, man,” the guy replied. “Call 611 and ask
Jeannie for more glasses. She’ll bring them right up.”
    “Thanks,” Brian replied with a pensive look on his face as he
walked through the door I held open. “I’ll do that."
    He walked into the room, turned around, closed the door, locked
it, and went about putting all of the safety mechanisms back in place as I
watched with wide eyes.
    “Just being safe,” he said as he stacked glasses near the door and
then jammed a chair under the door handle. “Just being safe.”
    *****
    The next several days were uneventful as we
hung out in the hotel fitness room, ordered room service more often than going
down to the restaurant, and watched every movie offered on the pay-per-view
channels. I spent time trying to get my assignments from Jessie and Lara who by
this time were well aware of the situation and had agreed to run interference
in class without letting on what was happening. God forbid that one of my
instructors should decide to intervene and alert the police, so Lara had
concocted a lie that involved me traveling to some exotic location for some campaign
event that my father was hosting. The professors were wary, but once they
received apologetic emails from both me and, after Jessie tapped into the ISP
my father’s campaign was using and set up a fake email account for me to email
people from, from my father it seemed that everything would be okay.
    The irony of all of this was that my father did everything he
could to keep me away from his campaign. He didn’t believe that I should have
to suffer the consequences of his decisions, so he’d done his best to eliminate
the need for me to attend any events or functions, and he rarely mentioned me
in any of his stump speeches. He said it was an attempt to preserve my privacy,
so out of a sense of loyalty, I tried to do the same. I rarely talked about my father
or my family anywhere other than with my closest friends, and I never gave
interviews. At times, I’d even denied that I was his daughter in order to avoid
nosy reporters who were digging around looking for some angle. I knew
eventually they’d catch me in the lie, but I didn’t care. It was none of their
business.
    The upside of the isolation was that it had given me time to
formulate a solid plan for how to approach the anti-war action, and I’d spent
several hours every morning writing letters and sending emails to people I thought might be able to offer support to our burgeoning
movement. I’d gotten a couple of responses, but they’d been far from what I’d
hoped for in terms of support and organizing power. On the third morning, I
typed out an email to the members of the group asking them to contact a list of
people I’d gathered and told them that we needed the support of the community
in order to make our plan work. I assigned two