Page 77 of Trust My Bodyguard

“With me.”

My stomach flips deliciously. A snapshot of last night flashes in my head. Imagine going to bed every night with the possibility of that kind of treatment and then laying cocooned in his arms afterward. Too bad I’m not swayed by bodily needs or one night of amazing sex. “No, thank you.” I retrieve the board. “You can leave now, Mr. Chivalrous.”

His nose wrinkles. “I’m not chivalrous. I’m just saving you from your stupidity.” He grabs the board and hands it over to the receptionist. “Have you seen the prices?”

“I have seen the prices…” I collect the board. “And I’m good for it.”

I don’t know how my voice manages to sound so bold and full of confidence. If I’m required to pay for boarding in this place, they’ll have me on kitchen duty by day three just to ensure I make up for my expenses.

Or I could simply borrow from Iris, but I don’t want to be a bother. Especially now that she’s not here. I never want her to think I’m exploiting her like our parents did.

“Bullshit.” Brody takes the board. Again. “Just stop being so stubborn and let’s go.” He gives it to the receptionist who, out of the corner of my eye, looks exasperated like she’s done with us.

I hold out my hand for the board but it doesn’t come. I turn to the lady. “I’m still getting a room.”

“I don’t know.” Her smile is gone. “Just go settle your thing somewhere else and come back when you’re ready, okay?”

“Look what you’ve done!” I whirl on Brody.

“You heard the lady. Let’s go.”

I fold my arms across my chest. “Like hell. I’m not going anywhere with you.”

He exhales, his gray eyes shutting for a second. When they blink open, a dark glint sparks within them. “You don’t really have a choice now, do you?”

“Huh? What does that even mean?”

The meaning becomes clear as Brody bends and reaches around my thighs with his arms.

“What are you doing?” I push at his shoulders not managing to budge him one bit. “Brody, what the fuck are you doing?” I scream. My feet leave the ground and I’m folded in half over his strong, muscled shoulder. “No! No!”

He walks away from the lobby in long, confident strides like I weigh nothing and my heartbeat thumps. How dare he?

“Put me down!” I wiggle, trying to get off.

“Hold still.” A large hand covers the back of my upper thighs. “You don’t want to flash your panties to the entire resort, do you?”

The nerve of him!

“Call security! Call the police!” I yell to the receptionist and bystanders. “I’m being kidnapped.” No one moves a muscle. Fuck them all. I fist my hands and punch his back, but it’s like hitting a wall of steel. “Brody, not fair at all!” My shout resounds down the hallway. “You’re such an arrogant bully. That’s why no one likes you. You’re mean and you’re bossy.”

The elevator doors whirr open and my screams ache even my own ears in the enclosed space. The doors close and we’re alone. Only then does Brody lower me. Big mistake. I’m already poised to strike. Since he thinks putting our hands on each other is fair game, he should hold still for my turn.

But my fists never connect with flesh. The moment my feet hit the floor, my hands are trapped above my head and my body is locked between the cool elevator wall and Brody’s hard flesh.

I’m only given a second to glimpse the fire in his eyes before his mouth comes down on mine. Shock and anger power through me as his tongue plunges into my mouth. How dare he kiss me after the stunt he pulled?

I try to shake him off but it’s pointless. My feet are barely touching the floor as his other hand drags my body up against his until I’m dangling on my tiptoes.

My heart rams in my chest and my blood turns to lava. He’s possessing me in every way, demanding I return the sentiment but I don’t want him. Iwantto punish him for embarrassing me. So I use the only weapon left at my disposal.

I bite down on his lip.

“Fuck,” he growls. Not in pain. Inneed.

A rush flows through me as I feel the length pressed against my stomach thicken. A quickening I don’t want starts between my legs.

“Do it again,” he demands.

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