Page 12 of The Bodyguard

Feminine.

I like it way too much.

“Okay, give it to me,” Savannah says and my eyes involuntarily close for a split second as I imagine her on all fours glancing over her shoulder, begging me to fuck her.

I rub my forehead and take in a car I see closing in on us from behind.

It overtakes.

“What?!” Savannah cries, and I turn around sharply.

She shoots me an irritated look.

“The Globes. Are you shitting me?” She laughs and throws her head back. “And Nick? No way!”

Jack glances at me as I settle back in my seat.

“You’ll get used to her.” He smiles.

Jesus.

I’m pretty sure a landmine going off is less comfortable for me at this point.

“The fans, not so much.” Jack laughs as we turn into the parking lot.

I open the door to the studio and Savannah struts in and starts dancing on the spot excitedly, then takes off like a rocket.

Christ.

When I shut the door, I find her wrapped around Nick.

I force back a growl.

What the hell is wrong with me?

What do I care who she climbs like a tree?

“The Golden Globes!” She dances while he spins her around.

I want to tell him to put her down, but Nick sees me and slides her down his body.

Dead man walking.

Settle down dude.

I clench my teeth and tell myself to get my act together as Nick frowns at me.

“Oh.” Savanah waves her hand at me without looking. “Ignore him. He’s in training.”

My brows lift and I see red. Training?

Fucking Josh.

I need to get off this client. I’m either going to throttle her or fuck her.

Might do both.

At the same time!

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