Page 22 of His Wild Seduction

It was terrible.

A gross violation and invasion of privacy. For the first time in my sheltered life, I remembered feeling afraid.

Next thing I knew, I was told I would have a bodyguard shadowing me at school and at home.

God, I’d been so fucking mad.

It was bad enough being the only natural redhead in my entire school. I stuck out like a sore thumb as it was. I thought having some mercenary following me was going to be torture.

And it was. Just not the kind I’d expected.

My poor teenaged heart never stood a chance. Josef was this enormous man, tall, muscular, and devastating. He was so quiet at first. So serious.

I’d never wanted anyone the way I wanted him.

“Wait there,” Josef said, exiting the vehicle and snapping me out of my reverie.

I jumped, startled.

“Easy, Little Red,” he murmured, and I wondered if he knew he’d said it before closing his door.

I hadn’t realized we’d arrived at the private airport. Before I could regulate my breathing, Josef was there, opening my door.

The spicy scent of his cologne filled my lungs with my next inhale, and I swooned.

Goddamn, why did he have to smell so good?

I cleared my throat, wishing like hell that I had the right to lean into him and just breathe. I ignored his hand and slid off the seat, pretending not to see the way he clenched his jaw.

My feet dropped to the dusty asphalt, and I landed with a slight wobble.

I was still slightly off my game after fainting, but I appreciated the hospital slippers I still had on my feet.

High heels weren’t a possibility just yet, but I had mine in the small bag I’d brought from the hospital room.

“Oh, what about an overnight bag?”

“Everything you need will be waiting for you in the hotel room. I’ve already arranged it,” he said.

“You mean clothes and toiletries?” I asked, biting my lip.

“Yes. Toiletries, clothes, shoes, and if there is anything else you want, just ask.”

“But how would you know my size?—”

“You removed your things in the hospital, remember? I checked your sizes, but if something doesn’t fit, we’ll just order something else. Okay?”

I wasn’t sure whether to be pleased I didn’t have to deal with all that or pissed that he now knew my dress size.

I’d always been a curvy girl, but I was a helluva lot curvier now that I was in my thirties. Should I be embarrassed or ashamed?

I mean, it was stupid. He had eyes. Clearly, he could see me.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, taking my elbow this time as we walked up the boarding stairs and entered the private airplane.

“Nothing. It’s just men don’t usually paw through my clothes,” I muttered, feeling ornery.

“First, I’m not men, Little Red. I’ll be your husband this time tomorrow. But you got that right,” he said, his voice rough.

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