Page 76 of The Bodyguard

If it was any other member of my staff, I’d be pissed, but I’ve had way too much champagne and my brain is fuzzy. Plus, Nick was making me uncomfortable, so I don’t mind the interruption.

Still, Ryder shouldn’t be doing this.

Neither should Nick.

Say goodbye.

“I should go,” I say, dragging my eyes away from his beautiful blue globes and back to Nick’s. “Call me when you’re back in LA.”

Nick purses his lips and glares at Ryder.

Ryder is still looking at me.

Leaning down, Nick kisses my cheek, shoots Ryder another furious glare, and brushes his hand over my hip as he steps away.

I watch him as he walks down the hallway, then turn to face the music.

“What was that?” I ground out.

“Funny thing. I was about to ask you the same fucking question.” Ryder growls, tugs me inside, and reaches over my head to close the door.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

RYDER

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“You can’t do that. You’re my bodyguard, not my father.”

“Sweetheart, fathers don’t fuck...shit, that sounded better in my head. Whatever. I’ve never acted like your father.”

Do I need to remind her about the washing machine?

“Jealous boyfriend then,” Savannah snaps.

“I’m not your boyfriend,” I grunt.

“Clearly. Boyfriends kiss their girlfriends!” she cries and starts to walk past me.

I grab her wrist and spin her around.

“Is that what this is all about? Because I haven’t fucking kissed you?” I growl.

Was all of this an act to get my attention and show me that another man would love to have his mouth on hers?

Like I don’t already know.

“Is it?” I growl as she stares at me. I roughly grab her neck. “Answer me!”

Damn her.

She licks her lips, and I force back my groan. All it would take is for me to slam my mouth down on hers, rip open her top, and those perfect nipples would be between my teeth.

“Savannah,” I warn.

“No,” she whispers raggedly.

“Liar,” I say, because I’m an asshole and I want her to say yes.

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