Page 63 of The Bodyguard

My eyes run down the length of him and take in the black designer suit which fits him like a glove—which is a miracle given the breadth of his shoulders. Underneath, he wears a black shirt.

I spot a heavy watch on his wrist.

Handsome isn’t a strong enough word.

“Jesus, he’s hot,” Briar whispers, saying what’s on my mind.

I nod slowly.

Everyone in the room is thinking the same thing. Even the men, I’m sure of it.

Ryder tugs on his shirt cuffs and his eyes find mine, then simmer like a slow burning flame. I’m certain this man is going to be the death of me.

If only he would damn well kiss me.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

RYDER

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Well, this is fucking torture. Watching Nick and Savannah together without the camera on them is one thing. In front of one...I want to kill him.

He keeps touching her.

Smiling at her.

Teasing her.

And, yeah, I know he’s kissed her. I may have watched their first movie on my phone while having a dinner break earlier.

Bad move.

I know it's acting, but Savannah was naked underneath him. His hand was on her breast. His mouth was on hers.

Facts.

Fucking facts.

Now I’m standing on the side of the stage watching Nick and Savannah be interviewed by Jimmy Stone, the Tonight Show host, and they’re laughing and flirting playfully.

The worst part is she looks like she’s having the time of her life.

“Let’s play a game,” Jimmy says.

“Ooh, I like games.” Savannah purrs and winks at Nick.

The audience laughs.

I roll my eyes.

“She does.” Nick leans his arm along the sofa behind her.

Dick.

“Well, this is all about how well you know each other.” Jimmy says, lifting a big white card and tapping it on the table.

“Oh, god.” Nick groans and drops his head into her neck.

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