Page 95 of The Bodyguard

Is he for real?

My heart cannot take this level of sexy adorableness. Am I being set up?

Today Ryder is wearing dark gray jeans and a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves. With his tattoos on display and his wispy dark blonde hair, he’s already a walking sex god.

Add a kitten and I’m pretty sure I just got pregnant on the spot.

This man has no idea how he impacts me.

Or maybe he does.

I was not going to let him take me home. I realized my comment had upset him a second too late, but arguing with a man like Ryder is impossible. So I had to do something to disrupt him. Putting myself in a not really vulnerable position is the only thing that stops him in his tracks.

Today he might not be my bodyguard, but whether he likes it or not, it’s in his blood. I cannot imagine a time when he’d not protect me.

“Off you go. I have a special guest.” He drops Max to the floor, and the feline runs off to a cat tower and starts scratching at it.

I smile and hope he comes back to play.

“He’s so cute.” I sigh. “I always wanted a cat.”

“You never had a cat?” Ryder asks.

I shake my head. “No pets.”

He watches me for a moment, then reaches out his hand. I go to him, ignoring everything around me, although I’m aware of the two sofas and the simply decorated open plan living area.

“Confession,” Ryder says. “I’m fucking nervous.”

“What?” I laugh. “Why?”

“Shit, I don’t know. This might be slightly inappropriate.”

“I enjoy being inappropriate with you.” I grin, stepping even closer and laying my hands on his pecs.

God, they’re divine.

He shakes his head. “If this feels weird, I can take you home.”

“Okay, now I’m nervous.” I glance around him. “I’m not into sex parties or anything like that.”

He chuckles. “Sweetheart I told you I don’t share.”

I love it when he calls me sweetheart.

I take his face. “Don’t be nervous. Seeing you and meeting Max has already made my day a billion times happier.”

His eyes roam my face and it’s so strange to see him uncomfortable.

“There were so many things I wanted to do, but we can’t be out in public, and I had half a day to set it up. So. Shit. Come with me Savannah Sinclair.” Ryder says and leads me farther into the house.

Now I’m nervous.

He opens the double doors leading out to the back of the house and I stop dead. My mouth falls open as he lifts the glass dome off a large cake, and my eyes drift around, taking in everything else.

“Congratulations, sweetheart,” he says, lifting a bunch of white and gold flowers into my arms and then pops the top off a bottle of Cristal champagne.

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