Page 50 of Sweet Temptation

“Well… I can tell you he’s one of the most respected security professionals in town. And there’s good reason for it.”

“How long did you work for him?”

“About three years.”

“And why did you leave his company to work for Dirty?”

“Because Dirty made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Why?”

“What was Ronan like to work for?” I settled back in my recliner and tossed my feet up. “Was he nice to you? Or was he a dick? Does he have any weird habits? Fetishes? Secret babies?”

Silence.

“Come on. Guys talk, right?”

Silence again. “Uh, Summer? Are you digging for dirt on your new bodyguard?”

“Why would I do that?” I said innocently.

Flynn cleared his throat. “I’m not sure what you’re hoping to hear. But all I can tell you is that you’re in great—”

“Great hands,” I parroted. “I know, I know. So I’ve been told.”

“Brody and Jude have put the best guy they possibly can on your security detail,” he assured me. “And if you want gossip… you’ve come to the wrong place.”

I sighed. “Fine. Thank you for your ringing endorsement. I feel better already.”

“You should,” he said seriously. “If I had a daughter who needed a bodyguard, I’d hire Ronan.”

“Daughter? What are you, like four years older than me, and now I’m your daughter?”

“I meant… you know, someone who was precious to me.”

“You’re adorable, Flynn. I can’t wait to see you hook up with this dream girl of yours.”

He did that silent groan thing again.

“And if it’s Elle, please know I will be sending Ronan to murder you.”

“He’s a bodyguard,” Flynn said dryly, “not a hitman. And it’s not Elle.”

“If you’d just tell me her name,” I said sweetly, “it would make this a lot easier.”

“I have to go. I think Elle’s calling me.”

“Sure she is. Have a lovely day, Flynn.”

“You too, Summer,” he said.

I hung up, annoyed that I didn’t have any dirt on Ronan.

But I was pleased, of course, that he’d passed my Flynn test. At this point, I probably trusted Flynn more than Jude or even Brody where my security was concerned, because I’d seen Flynn in action for the last year, as Elle’s bodyguard, and the man did not fuck around. In a good way.

I was also pretty fucking determined to get him laid, so I was going to find out who this mystery girl was.

I went to get changed into my yoga clothes. Kind of regretted the stress eating; probably made that salad a lot bigger than I needed to right before a yoga session. But not much I could do about that now.

My girlfriend Carissa arrived, right on time, in her tie-dyed yoga wear, all blonde hair and sunshine. Yoga mat rolled under her arm, bag loaded down with her aromatherapy diffuser and essential oils. I could smell the lavender scented eye pillows for Shavasana, and I already felt more relaxed.

---