Page 31 of Hayden's Stalker

“Hello, darlings,” Heather says as she approaches us.

She gives us each a hug before she drops onto the sofa between Sebastian and me as Ariana greets us as well. She sits on my other side, and I turn to smile at her as she does. She looks across the room, though, and her eyes widen.

I follow her gaze to where Tatiana is still standing at the entrance of the room. “Oh, Ariana and Heather, this is Tatiana Swanson, my specialist security. Tati, this is Ariana Knight, Gabriel’s wife”—I indicate to her—“and this is Heather Fletcher, Harrison’s wife.” I nod at Heather.

Tatiana gives them a small wave as she studies them, and my friends look her over as well. I’m strangely nervous about this meeting, and I’m not sure why. Maybe because Heather won’t hesitate to give her opinion, but not in the same way Lita is brutally honest.

Sure enough, Heather wastes no time in interrogating Tatiana. “You’re a security specialist?” Tatiana nods at her. “How did you get to be a security specialist?”

“Don’t bother, lover,” Sebastian laughs. “I already asked, and she won’t tell us.”

I’m amused because it seems as though I hadn’t already tried to get this information from Tatiana before we came here, so I point out, “Hey, I asked first.”

“You don’t look anything like our bodyguards, but I do like that dress.”

Heather says it with a genuine smile, and I know it’s true because if there’s one thing that my fashion designer friend doesn’t joke about, it’s clothes.

“Thanks, and that’s the point. I’m not meant to look like Hayden’s bodyguard.”

I remember our conversation from earlier, and I can’t resist teasing her, “Just like a friend or hanger-on, because we won’t be making out in public.”

The image of us kissing comes into my mind, and I can imagine running my hands all over her body as we kiss.

“You won’t bewhat?!” I sense Heather whip her head around to look at me, but I keep my eyes on Tatiana as I grin at her.

Her face flushes bright pink, and I fight my arousal at the sight of it. She’s incredibly sexy and even more so when she’s embarrassed.

“I’m assured that Tatiana and I won’t be making out in public, so she’ll just look like a friend, not a girlfriend,” I laugh, even though I know I’m not giving any context for my comment.

“I’m sorry, I’m confused,” Lita says, and I turn to look at her. “Why did you think that you would be making out with Tatiana?”

I look back at Tatiana, who’s still blushing, and I like that we have a private joke, so I say, “It’s a long story. I guess you had to be there.”

My friends are all staring at Tatiana, and she seems uncomfortable under their scrutiny. I should probably rescue her or something, but as she shifts from foot to foot her dress moves, and I think I might have seen a flash of silver that distracts me.

She says in her coolly professional voice, “Anyway, the point is that I should blend in and not be obvious security that the stalker will think to take out in trying to get to Hayden.”

Her face is still bright pink, and I have no idea why I’m so turned on. I’d love to know if she as aroused as I am. WhenI mentioned the idea of us making out, did she think about it, too? If I walked over to her and reached under her dress, what would I find? Just a gun? Or would her pussy be drenched with arousal?

I’m fighting against an erection when Sebastian says, “We should go. I’m suddenly very eager to see my friend Blake.”

Fuck. Fucking fuck.

In the last minute or so, Blake’s existence was entirely wiped from my mind. I have a boyfriend, and I shouldnotbe fucking fantasizing about my bodyguard.

Heather says in a mischievous tone, “Text me.”

“Of course, lover,” Sebastian laughs. He hugs her, then turns to Lita. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay?”

“I’m sure. But I’m also sure that when we get back to Galena tomorrow, you’re on night-time duty so I can get some sleep,” she tells him.

“Deal. I love you, princess. Posso baciarti?”

“Sì,” Lita says, and Sebastian kisses her.

They do this all the time, so I turn to Ariana and say in a dramatic, low voice, “Posso baciarti, Mrs. Knight?”

“Sì,” she responds with a fake swoon at me.

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