Jocelyn's POV

　　"I don't feel safe anymore, Dominic," I whinged, playing the victim to perfection, clutching my purse against my chest, wide-eyed. "I'm telling you, someone's been following me."

　　Dominic looked up from his desk, face impassive. "Have you thought about asking your father for more security?" he asked, the tone of his voice too level.

　　Of course, he'd say that. I chewed the inside of my lip and curbed the urge to roll my eyes. "I have, but ...