Page 109 of Sweet Temptation

“What’s going on? Your message sounded… angsty.”

“Uh-uh. I don’t do angst. But I do need to spew.”

“Go nuts.”

“What’re you doing?”

“I’m feeding Emma. She’s half-asleep. You’ve got a good twenty minutes or so.”

“I’ll take five. We’re heading to the airport soon.”

“Oh, right. Toronto?”

“Yup.”

“You have guys going with you?” she asked, sounding like a meddling mom.

“Don’t worry. Ronan won’t let me take a step without one. I’ve got two guys on the road, actually.”

“Good.”

“As you saw, he worked the show at the Ruby last night. It was… interesting.”

“Your first show with personal security, superstar! How did it go?”

“It went. We kinda got into an argument afterward. Maybe it was a debate? I high intensity negotiation?”

“About what?”

“About whether or not I was getting laid.”

Elle choked a little. “What?”

“I was hanging with people after the show, after you left, and we were talking about afterparties, and Ronan was hovering. Then he got all up in my grill about going home with anyone.”

“You’re kidding.”

“I’m not.”

“Hmm. Doesn’t really sound like something you’d put up with,” she pointed out.

“Meaning what?”

“Are you putting up with it?”

“He’s a giant killjoy, Elle,” I complained.

“Right. So, obviously, you still like him?”

“I do. It’s utterly fucking annoying.” I sighed. “I went home alone last night to make my bodyguard happy. Is this a thing?”

“This is definitely not a thing. You’re his client. He works for you.”

“I know. But he said he wasn’t gonna sit in his car outside while I hooked up with someone.”

Elle laughed.

“Can you believe that shit?” I asked her. “Stop laughing.”

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