Page 93 of The Bodyguard

She grabs my arm. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you home.” I pull into a road and then a driveway and shove the car into reverse.

“Stop!” she cries. I spin my head and look at her. “What did I say?”

The tension in the cab of the car is thick. I’m dizzy and can’t get clear on what the hell I’m doing. I’m never this emotional. I need to get a hold of myself.

“Nothing.” I rub my forehead. “This. Fuck. Savannah, I’m sorry. I need to take you home.”

“But I don’t want to go home,” Savannah says, and I hear the emotion in her voice. “I want to go with you.”

The car starts moving as I press the gas and she unlocks her door, then begins to climb out.

“Stop. What are you doing?” I press the brake.

The door slams behind her.

The fuck?

I scramble to open my door and tear out of the car then whip around the back to find her standing on the sidewalk with her arms crossed.

The first thing I do is survey the surroundings looking for danger. Like a bear. Or the media who somehow has a psychic who predicted Savannah Sinclair was going to climb out of my car on this very street.

In other words, I’ve fucking lost it.

I plant my hands on my hips. “What the hell, Savannah. Get in the car.”

“Nope.” She shakes her head.

I narrow my eyes. “Get. In. The Car.”

“No.” She starts to walk off.

I watch her while my mouth falls open. Then glance between my brand-new Jaguar as it rumbles in the driveway, keys in the fucking ignition, and the woman striding away.

“Savannah!” I yell.

She keeps walking.

Jesus.

“I’m not going home. So you either take me to whatever we are doing, or I’m going for a walk.”

I sprint after her.

Fuck the car.

I stop in front of her, and she abruptly stops. “Walk off like that again and I will—”

“Spank me?” She blinks innocently.

I dip my shoulder and toss her over my body, then stomp back to the vehicle. A few people are watching, and I swear to god we are going to have our photos on social media within the hour.

“Sit. Stay.” I say as I slam the door.

When I climb back in, she smiles at me.

“Two rules...” I glare at her as I put the gearstick back in reverse and start moving out onto the road. “One: today I am not your bodyguard.”

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