Page 10 of The Bodyguard

“Do we have a problem?” Ryder asks, planting his hands on his hips.

“I thought you’d prefer this conversation to be in private—”

“Unlikely. But continue,” he says dryly.

Ugh.

This isn’t going to work out. I will need to get him replaced. Ryder is far too dominant and, my god, too sexy to work with me so closely.

I don’t like his attitude or arrogance. I mean, I do. In my bed, not in my business.

I cross my arms. “Ryder St. James, I don’t know how you’ve worked in the past, but in my business, I set my schedule, and I am in charge.”

“No.”

“Sorry?” I ask, shocked.

“No ma’am,” he repeats.

“Stop calling me ma’am.” I splutter, and god, I hate that he’s unraveling me.

“As your bodyguard, sticking to your schedule is important to providing you with the best protection. Changes need to be run past me.”

“Like fuck,” I snap.

He smirks.

I narrow my eyes and take five firm steps closer so that we’re only about three feet apart.

“I. Am. The. Boss.” I repeat. “You work for me. Whatever game you were playing last weekend is over.”

“Game?”

Shit. Why did I have to say that?

“Forget it,” I mutter.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

He’s making me lose control and enjoying every minute of it. Well, he can enjoy himself today because tomorrow someone new will be in his shoes.

“Look, I communicate very well with my team, but I will not be dictated by them. If you can’t accept those terms, then I’ll have you replaced.”

Which I am doing anyway.

As I stride past I’m sure I hear him ground out, “Please do.”

CHAPTER THREE

RYDER

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I’m the boss.

I snort internally.

Baby, you couldn’t dominate a man like me if you were given the keys to the city.

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