Page 13 of The Bodyguard

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FOR THE NEXT hour, I stand around watching Savannah’s entourage do their thing.

She has two assistants, Briar and Gina. Gina, I learn, is also her best friend and they’ve known each other for over ten years.

Briar spends most of the time sitting next to her boss, going over dates while Gina is on her phone or bringing her mineral water and coffee.

And flirting with Nick.

He loves it.

Two people work on Savannah’s hair—Ricco and Luis, his assistant—while Kali, her makeup artist, applies layer after layer, turning her into the movie star we see on screen.

The result is beautiful.

Even when she glares at me. I bet she’d hate it if I told her that it makes my cock twitch.

Nick sits nearby and they chat while scrolling on their phones. It’s amusing how focused they are on Hollywood gossip and what their fans are saying on social media.

“Tyler’s new hit missed number one. Sad,” Nick says.

“So sad,” Savannah says, and it’s obvious she couldn’t care less.

“Tommy’s Love? It was never going to get there.” Ricco, her hair stylist, shakes his head. “Why everyone thought it would, is beyond me.”

“I don’t like it.” Savannah shrugs. “It’s too melancholy.”

“The world is melancholy, babe,” Ricco says, then turns on the hairdryer, closing down the conversation for a moment.

Luis gazes like a lovesick puppy at Savannah. I can’t put my finger on it. He must be new, as he is star-struck or lacking in confidence.

Possibly both.

But since we arrived, he’s acted nervous around her.

Or maybe it’s me.

He’s a good looking guy, in his mid-twenties. The makeup gal, Kali, seems to get along with him. The two have chatted about some industry products or some shit.

As I study them all, they ignore me.

Gina is interesting. She perches on the bench between Nick and Savannah, and I watch her run her eyes over his body seductively.

He winks at her.

Then carries on.

When we arrived, I asked Savannah if her entire team had been through a thorough security check.

“Yes. Chill,” she’d replied and plonked down into her chair in front of the mirrors.

“Don’t I know you?” Nick had asked when the hairdryer finally stopped.

“No.” I widened my stance and Savannah glanced my way with pink cheeks.

Interesting.

She’s embarrassed.

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