Page 6 of Sexy Bodyguard

He tips his head to the wall. “In the office next door with my secretary.”

“Okay, and as I gather this information, is it possible for me to teach Jeremy some self-defense tactics to help him handle situations like today?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, except...” He pauses, dragging his eyes up and down my body with a questioning glare that appears to mix with his own desires.

“Except?”

“I want to see how you defend yourself against someone like me. I wanted to train Jeremy myself, but I’m not in a space to give it my all. The person training him can’t hold back the way I would.”

“I don’t hold back because this training is what can keep him alive or at least give him enough time to get away. Is there a Mrs. Archer that I need to show defense moves to as well?”

“No. As a matter of fact, I have a list of people who aren’t allowed to step foot near Jeremy without my knowledge or my consent. His mother is number one on that list.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re not the one who abandoned Jeremy to go on a six-day bender after I threatened divorce if she didn’t stop fucking her personal trainer.”

My eyes widen at the open admission.

Aiden huffs, pinching the bridge of his slender nose. “I apologize. I hate how angry she makes me, but she’s made it perfectly clear that she only gave birth to Jeremy to keep her hooks into me financially. She didn’t expect that my lawyer would be better than hers. I have full custody, but she gets supervised visitation that must be pre-arranged. She’s yet to arrange a visit.”

Poor Jeremy. My eyes glance at the wall separating me from the young boy who clung to me after I pulled him away from the woman trying to get him into that SUV.

“Wait, did you happen to get a look at the woman I tripped?” I ask him.

Aiden gets up from his chair to look out the large window before walking around his desk to pace behind me. “It wasn’t his mother. I doubt his mother is even in the country. I pay her enough alimony to keep her living lavishly, and I think her quiet conceit is leaving me and Jeremy alone.”

“Okay. When would you like to test my abilities?”

“Now.”

“I’m in a skirt.”

He shrugs. “You were in pants at the school.”

“I went home to shower and change before coming here. I didn’t think it was appropriate to show up in my scuffed-up suit.”

“You’d be right, Lana. However, you’re not always going to be in comfortable clothes. I think this is the perfect opportunity to give me an idea of what you can do.”

Before I can reply, I feel Aiden moving behind me. He’s fast as he grabs me from behind and lifts me out of my seat. He takes me by surprise, but it’s not enough to throw all my years of combat training out the window.

I throw all of my weight down to the ground, forcing myself to drop like a stone. I push back between Aiden’s wide stance and use a bit of restraint to knock the back of his knee. It brings him down on that leg and gives me enough time to get to my feet.

Now that I’m behind him, I pause with uncertainty.

Hesitation gets you killed in this job. My apprehension evaporates as I wrap my arm around his neck to put him in a headlock. Aiden doesn’t let me get the better of him for long. He uses his strength and height to push himself to his feet, bringing my feet off the ground as he stands. I’m hanging around his neck like a cape.

In one swift move, he slides me around his torso. We spin and grapple while my skirt’s elasticity clings to my frame for dearlife. I push off him, hike it up, and charge back at Aiden at full speed.

My shoulder lowers as I try to rush him like a linebacker, but he drops as well. When Aiden comes up, he’s able to grab me around my waist, picking me up to pin me on my back against the window.

Our adrenaline, lust, and physicality collide.

Our eyes dart back and forth until Aiden breaks the sexual tension with a kiss.

The soft but firm slickness of his tongue dipping between my lips gets me wet and willing to do anything for this job. His hands ravage my body, desperate to feel every curve and muscle I work day and night to sculpt.

When he moans, I slide one knee up to give him room. He takes the invitation to slip his hand between my legs and stroke my clit over my panties. The low, long moan from my own mouth surprises me.

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