Page 84 of The Bodyguard

Eventually mother nature calls and I climb off his lap. He slaps it as I walk away, and I smirk over my shoulder.

When I return, with a robe around me, I stop to take in a bouquet that arrived while we were out today. It’s beautiful with dozens of pink roses. I grab the card and head outside, curling up on Ryder’s lap again as he sips a glass of water.

“Spread your legs. I want to play with this pink pussy of yours some more.” He opens my robe and slides his hand between my legs as I rip open the envelope.

Maybe I’m a fool.

I thought it might be from my mom. She always liked pink roses and therefore thought I did too. I don’t dislike them; I just favor white roses over any other color.

She won’t know that, though.

They aren’t from her. They are from my stalker.

I gasp as I read the horrifying message.

HELLO LITTLE SLUT, IT’S TIME TO STOP FUCKING MY MAN.

Ryder slides his fingers inside me and cups my breast, unaware why I’m reacting. Or rather, what I’m reacting to.

“Stop, stop,” I say, wriggling and climbing off him.

“What’s wrong?” He growls, standing abruptly. His hard cock hangs between us.

He takes the note out of my hand and curses.

CHAPTER TWENTY

RYDER

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I sit opposite Savannah on the jet and watch her as we fly back to California. It’s just the two of us as her team headed back on a commercial flight this morning while I accompanied her to another media jaunt and lunch with friends.

I can’t wait to get her home.

I don’t trust anyone.

It was only because we’d fucked like rabbits that I fell asleep for a few hours. I woke at six and lay awake for an hour before Savannah murmured in her sleep.

“I’ve got to go.” I said and began to move my arm out from under her.

“Stay. Warm,” she mumbled.

I smiled, but I needed to shower and go interrogate the management about the flowers and note. Then call the BHS office.

“I’ll see you after breakfast.” I kissed her nose.

Then those damn green eyes flickered open and yet again, I was under her spell.

“I don’t want to go home. I want to stay here with you like this forever,” she said, and damn if I didn’t want that too.

But it couldn’t happen.

Surely she knew that.

“Sweetheart, you don’t belong to me. As much as I want to kill every man who looks at you, you know you’re not really mine.” I told her, brushing my fingers over her forehead.

“What if I am?”

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