Page 47 of The Bodyguard

“You eat. I’ll talk,” I tell her, as I increase the space between us.

“No. I’ll make us dinner and we both eat,” Savannah says.

“That’s not necessary,” I reply.

I need to keep this strictly business. Even if it’s a little late for that.

“Don’t be silly, you need to eat too.”

She has a point, so I only hesitate for a moment before nodding and then follow her into the kitchen.

Savannah kicks off her heels and pulls a few things out of the fridge, including a bottle of wine. Lifting it, she offers me a glass.

Technically, I’m off duty now that she is home, but alcohol equals lowered willpower and I need all I have around this sexy woman.

All of it.

“Come on, Ryder. Chill out. It’s one glass with dinner.” She juts out her hip and I force back my smirk.

She can be so fucking sassy when she wants to be, and I like it way too much.

“Fine. One glass.”

This woman is playing me like a fiddle and I’m here for it.

Goddamn it.

Before long, she’s whipped up a chicken salad and the most delicious, heated bread rolls with lashings of butter.

I sit at the dining table and dig into the salad. “Did you empty the contents of your fridge into this?”

Savannah laughs, swallowing her mouthful and placing her hand over her lips. “I don’t like boring salads.”

“Strawberries.” I hold up my fork.

“Go in salads.” She finishes the sentence I didn’t know was incomplete.

“Apparently. Fuck it's good.” I dive into the bread roll and try to remember what I’m doing here.

This is not a date.

After Savannah ran upstairs to get changed into a pair of denim shorts and a long-sleeved white t-shirt, and I wiped my chin off the floor, Savannah told me the backstory to Selena Hendrix. All the drama.

So far we haven’t got to the purpose of me being here tonight. Although, I’m slowly working my way through the members of her team and getting a handle on the people in her world.

There are a lot of them.

“Kali has been with me since the first movie,” she tells me, sipping her wine.

We’re on our second glass. This wasn’t my plan but getting her to focus and talk while she’s working would never happen.

Tonight, Savannah is relaxed and opening up as if we are two friends having dinner. I’m not her friend. I am her bodyguard.

And the man who fucked her on the washing machine this morning.

The man who wants to flip her over, tug down those Daisy Dukes, and slide my cock inside her pussy again.

Once is a slipup.

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