Page 15 of The Bodyguard

“And yet, my dick is still in my pants.” I lifted my shoulder.

“Jesus, I’m moving seats,” Aidan said, wiping his mouth on his napkin.

“Tell him he can’t fuck Savannah Sinclair.” Josh nudged Aidan’s shoulder.

Talk about pot calling the kettle black. The guy had been sitting next to his bride, who’d very recently been a client.

The entire conversation was unnecessary. I had no intention of sleeping with her. Sure, I had enjoyed having one of the most beautiful women in the world watching me, but I valued my job.

Fucking a movie star I was assigned to was just asking for trouble. Me and trouble weren’t friends.

Both she and I had very solid reasons to keep our distance. And keep things professional.

“He knows,” Aidan replied.

“I do. And it’s a moot point,” I said. “She ran into me outside and I was clear with her I wasn’t interested.”

“Not clear enough. She has been watching you all night.” Josh shook his head.

“Well, some women find rejection a turn on.” I shrugged. I couldn’t imagine a man alive saying no to a woman like her, so it was probably quite intriguing.

“Do they?” Aidan asked, lifting a brow.

“Good one. Now he’s changing his Tinder profile.” Josh rolled his eyes as I laughed.

“If I walked over there and asked for her number, she’d lose interest immediately.” I sipped my drink and chanced a look her way. “But I’m enjoying the show, and it will make Monday morning quite amusing.”

I’d been winding them up.

I’d told Josh I would rather not guard women when I joined Black Hawke Security. We didn’t go into it, and he knew not to ask.

The answer was highly classified.

It also wasn’t a place I liked to revisit mentally.

So this was temporary while we waited for Josh to return from his honeymoon, and we restructured schedules.

I would be fine for a week or two.

Then again, while being a bodyguard to a celebrity has its risks, the chances of one being held at gunpoint by a man wrapped in a suicide vest were slim.

But never zero.

CHAPTER FOUR

SAVANNAH

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Ryder leans against the wall off to the side of the stage and crosses his arms. He’s watching me.

Which is his job.

Damn stupid muscular arms.

Why is he so sexy?

And annoying.

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