Page 16 of The Bodyguard

I focus back on the interviewer and camera and push down my shame. Ryder knows exactly how attracted to him I am and that given the chance, I would’ve slept with him last weekend.

Not now.

Now I’m going to have him replaced. I can’t work with him. I want to fuck him. And throttle him.

He’d probably like it.

I bet he’s into a whole range of kinks.

Huh, stop thinking about having sex with your hot bodyguard.

“Savannah, do you think there will be a third film? Fans absolutely would love to see you and Nick on screen together again.” Sunshine Rivers, the interviewer from Hollywood Today, asks.

I turn to Nick and smile cheekily, playing it up to the audience as they clap madly.

He leans his arm behind my chair and stretches out his leg. “That would be great. Working with Savannah is a dream.”

“Aww, you two are adorable.” Sunshine sighs and the crowd loses it again.

“He plays a lot of pranks on me.” I slap his thigh and he catches my hand.

“So the rumors of the two of you dating are...?”

“Not true.” Nick kisses the back of my hand and wiggles his eyebrows. “Or are they?”

Everyone laughs, and I can’t help but shoot a glance at Ryder. He’s running a hand over his jaw, glaring at Nick. Beside him Gina whispers something to him and it gets under my skin.

She still likes Nick, and I’ve wondered if something ever happened with them. He doesn’t discourage her, and it irritates me. I don’t have any romantic feelings for Nick, but sometimes the flirting is awkward for everyone watching.

Especially when everyone knows he’s doing it with a dozen other girls, and Gina is making a bit of a fool of herself.

I can’t say anything to her—I told her he’s a player and she didn’t take my advice—so I was hoping my chat with him would have been enough.

Perhaps it’s one-sided.

Either way, I hope there isn’t a third movie because I’d like to see if her work ethic improves without him around. And I’m ready to take on some other roles.

The Golden Globe nomination is going to open doors, so I’ll wait eagerly for the announcement and call from my manager.

The rest of our set on the show winds up and Nick and I stand, wave to the crowd, hug Sunshine, and then walk off.

Gina hands me my water bottle and phone, and Ryder steps up beside me.

“Where’s my coffee, squirt?” Nick teases Gina.

I roll my eyes and drink from my bottle.

“What will you do for me if I get you one?” She giggles.

“We can negotiate.” He winks at her.

Fucking hell.

I start walking. “Gina, can you make sure the team has everything ready for tomorrow—”

“Fine, I’ll get you a coffee,” she speaks over me, crossing the line.

I stop in the hallway and glance between them.

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