Page 95 of Hayden's Stalker

Ethan and Tati both appear back at my side and lead me over to where I want to go. I try to mumble my thanks, but it’s so slurry that it just sounds like noise. My stomach is uneasy as I stare at the blank TV screen in front of me, wondering if I should go to bed after all.

“Worst-case scenario, he could sleep on the sofa?” Ethan says.

Tati laughs, “Yeah, I guess. When Jesse gets here, I’ll try convincing him to go to bed again.”

Their voices drop too low for me to hear, but I focus on what Tati said to Ethan just now. She’s going to call Jesse to cometo look after me so she can go to bed. I want to watch a movie with her again, even if I do feel sick. I always have the hotel set up a device for me to cast to the TV in my rooms, so I pull up my phone to see which of the streaming services have the Bond films.

I find it on the second one, and I smile as I check that the TV is coming up on my list to cast. I look around to tell Tati, but she’s disappeared, and Ethan is standing nearby watching me.

“Where’s Tati?” I ask with a frown.

“She’s gone to the bathroom, Mr. Vega. She’ll be back in a minute.”

“Oh. Cool.” I don’t really talk to the other guys’ bodyguards much, but I feel the need to make small talk with Ethan. “Tati’s pretty awesome. I have a stalker, so she’s making sure I don’t die.” He nods but doesn’t say anything. “Have you ever had a client with a stalker?” I ask.

“No, Sir.”

“Ah. It sucks. But Tati’s awesome. She’s going to make sure I don’t die. Oh, I said that already. I miss her,” I admit. “She makes me feel safe.” I realize that might offend him. “Not that you don’t make me feel safe. Tati’s just Tati, though. She’s safer than everyone else.”

I know I need to shut up because I’m making a fucking fool of myself, but I can’t seem to stop my mouth from making words. I’m grateful when a noise at the side of the room distracts me, and I look up to see Tati walking toward us.

My jaw drops open for a second, then I snap it shut as all of the blood in my body rushes straight to my crotch. She’s wearing another silk nightgown. Her nipples aren’t stiff, but I know what they would look like if they were. Most importantly, she’s brushed her hair out, and I get to see it flowing down her back.

As her gaze catches mine, her cheeks turn bright red, and I can barely keep my cock under control. Every time I see her like this, she’s even sexier than I remember.

“Thanks, Ethan. I appreciate that. I’ll call Jesse and get him to head over. You can go back to Gabriel now,” she says in her coolly professional tone.

“Not a problem,” he tells her in a similar voice, and I look over to see him scowling at her.

I’m not sure what that was about, but I’m glad when Ethan walks to the door and leaves the room. As soon as we’re alone, Tatiana looks down at her phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Calling Jesse,” she tells me, with a glance in my direction before her thumb moves down to her phone.

“Don’t do that,” I say quickly. “Watch this movie with me, instead.”

She turns to face me, and I smile at her in a hopefully inviting way before I pat the sofa next to me.

“Hayden, I want to go to sleep,” she says with a groan.

“But you’re my favorite movie-watching friend,” I tell her, hoping she’ll change her mind.

“What are you watching?” she asks, and I’m grateful that she hasn’t just said no to this.

“I managed to findQuantum of Solacefor you to watch,” I tell her proudly. “I didn’t have any hope of finding the old Bond films, but I figured since you watched the newCasino Royale, we could watch through the new ones and then watch the old ones if I get them for us to watch on the bus or something.”

This is a great idea. We could watch all of the old Bond movies together in my bed. Then fuck. My cock jerks at the idea.

“That’s very thoughtful, but I’m tired, and you’re drunk. We should both go to bed.” She shakes her head.

I run my eyes over her again, loving the thought of us going to bed together. “Verygood idea.”

“To our own beds,” she says sternly.

“Verybad idea.” I laugh because I should’ve known she didn’t mean she’d be coming to my bed with me.

I continue to drink in the sight of her this way, ready for bed and looking sexy as fuck. I want her, but I also want to watch this movie with her, and it feels like a repeat of the night we watchedCasino Royale.

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