Page 4 of Sexy Bodyguard

I like Lana. I need to have her vetted to see how well she’ll fit into our daily routine. Today is proof that Jeremy needs a bodyguard for now. If that guard can have a nurturing side, that’s even better. I know my boy can learn a lot from someone like her.

“Where are we going, Dad?” Jeremy’s voice cuts into my thoughts.

“We’re going to my office, bud. I need to go to work, but I want you to be safe, too. I don’t want you coming back here or going to any other school until I know this won’t happen again. Do you remember anything about the woman who walked you out of the school?”

I don’t want to pressure him. I damn sure don’t want him to see the fear nestling in the pit of my stomach. Our eyes meet through the rearview mirror, and Jeremy shrugs.

“She’s the new library teacher, I think. I don’t see her a lot,” he says, his gaze shifting to look outside. I nod as we drive to my office in the heart of Downtown Avonia, a cozy mid-sized town along the coast of North Carolina.

“Do you remember her name?” I ask him.

“Miss Ashley. She kept telling me you were outside and brought me lunch. But I knew she was lying, Dad.”

“Oh yeah? How did you know?”

“Because you never just bring me lunch. You show up at lunchtime and buy lunch for everybody. You also tell me the days you’re going to do that so I can tell everybody to leave room for pizza.”

That gets a soft laugh out of me, along with a pause of relief that my little guy is observant. Observation skills aren’t enoughanymore. He needs some sort of self-defense training. I’d do it myself, but I fear I’d hold back too much to be effective.

By the time we arrive at my office, there are a dozen messages and meetings that I’m late for. I don’t hesitate to reschedule them and set Jeremy up in the empty office beside mine. My secretary adores him enough and sees to it that he’s busy any time I bring him in.

I’m not in the office long before there’s a call from the security guard in the lobby. Lana’s on her way up, and hearing her name alone makes my heart slam against my ribcage. I have to stop myself from checking whether I look okay. Fuck me.

There aren’t many who fill me with this much excitement to see them. When she steps into my office, I can see why.

Gone are the black pants and collared blouse she wore at the school this morning. Lana’s standing in my office, wearing a black pencil skirt and a low-cut lavender shirt that shines in the sunlight beaming through my large office windows.

Legs for days that I wouldn’t mind wrapping around my face. Instead of giving in to the almost overwhelming urge to pull her to me and taste her full lips, I hold out my hand for her to take a seat in front of my desk.

“Thank you for coming. I’d like to discuss how well you’d fit around me.”

3

LANA

“Excuse me?” I ask Aiden, arching my eyebrow.

The tall windows behind him give a fantastic view of the coastline and Downtown Avonia. Light gray carpet blankets the floor to muffle any sounds coming from this office. He removes his jacket with a subtle flair that draws my eyes to the exquisite body hiding under a light blue shirt.

I am not one to ogle men. It’s never my style, but for some reason, everything Aiden does makes my body react.

I gulp down my attraction with the hope of remaining professional, but Aiden’s words penetrate my intangible armor. The way the corner of his lip turns up reveals he knows exactly what he’s doing. My heart thumps against my chest as I wait for him to clarify.

“I want to see how well you fit around me and my son. Tell me about your security experience,” Aiden says.

“I’ve spent the past five years on the security detail for the U.S. ambassador’s daughter in Belize. When she turned eighteen, shedecided to step away from the political arena. I helped get her settled and returned to the States.”

“How many languages do you speak?”

“Six, and I’m studying Mandarin.”

“What are the other six?”

“English, Italian, Spanish, French, German, and Portuguese,” I proudly tell him.

His subtle grin brings out a hidden dimple on his right cheek, and I know he’s impressed, as he should be since I learned all those languages as a teenager.

He nods in approval but changes the subject. “I pulled into the parking lot a few moments before that SUV did and saw you grab Jeremy out of that woman’s hands. You’re fast.”

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