Page 5 of Burning for the Bodyguard

“I doubt there’ll be anything juicy, but I can always make something up,” I reply with a grin.

“Oh, go on. You look like those movie star sirens from the 1960s.” She smirks. “Go get some D.”

Miss Carter gives me an exaggerated wink and closes the door.

“Did your eighty-year-old neighbor just tell you to get some D?” Dani asks in shock.

“Uh, yeah. Do you think she meant donuts?”

“No, I think she meant dick,” Dani says, stating the obvious. “And about time if you ask me. Who are you saving it for?”

Chastity by name, Chastity by nature. “I’m not saving it for anyone. I just haven’t met anyone I wanted enough to give it to,” I huff, wondering how the subject has turned to my lack of a love life.

“Maybe that’ll change on this trip,” Dani suggests.

“Doubtful,” I snort as I press the button for the elevator. “This is Soul Obsession, after all. Lots of screaming fans. Of the female variety.”

“Hey, they have a lot of male fans too,” Dani objects.

“Mostly gay,” I point out, stepping into the elevator.

Dani sighs. “Okay, Little Miss Practical Pants. How about you live dangerously for once and exchange those armpit warmers you call panties for a sexy, lace thong?”

“Those armpit warmers keep all my lumps and bumps in check,” I reply as the elevator opens onto the underground parking lot.

“Pfft! You’re gorgeous, my friend, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise,” Dani says loyally.

“How’s life in Sin City?” I ask, brushing off the compliment.

Dani chuckles. “No sin happening where I am.”

“Said the woman faking a marriage with Soul Obsession’s bad boy.”

“Fake being the key word,” Dani says with a wistful sigh.

“Maybe something will happen for you too,” I say encouragingly. “You deserve happiness.”

“You too, sweet. Here’s to us both finding the man of our dreams.”

I laugh. “You’re a lot closer to yours than I am. Literally,” I say, popping the trunk of my car and stashing my luggage before climbing behind the wheel. “I’m leaving my place right now. I’ll call you when I get to the hotel.”

Dani releases another excited squeak. “Have a wild, fun vacation with our favorite band of all time. You’ll be hanging out with them!”

“Wait. I thought I was only watching the shows. Shelby never said anything about me spending time with them!” My anxiety immediately kicks in. Hanging out with them was never on my radar. Did I pack enough tummy-control panties?

“Shelby is the tour manager. Of course, you’ll be up close and personal with the band.” Dani is now laughing at me. “What did you think you’d be doing? Standing on the sidelines or at the back?”

“I don’t know what I thought, but being around the band every night wasn’t it. That’s… um… cool.” My anxiety lessens, but I know it’ll be back when Shelby introduces me to five super-hot, testosterone-fueled singing sensations.

“Call me when you get there. And say hi to Shelby for me.”

“Will do.”

I end the call and start the engine. Soul Obsession blasts from the speakers. Oh, yeah. Something tells me this will be an adventure.

I stop at a gas station at the halfway point of my journey. Stepping out of the car, I stretch before filling up with gas and heading inside to pay.

As I make my way back to my car, the hairs on the back of my neck lift. Shit. I have that feeling. Someone’s watching me. Someone has eyes on me, and I don’t know where they are.

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