Page 61 of Duty and Desire
He shook his head.
“We’ll get there,” I mumbled, beginning to head to the door, still mumbling. “I’m hungry. Time for dinner.”
I walked out the door of my bedroom.
Kim Seamus “Mo” Morrison, my bodyguard and the most fascinating man I’d ever met, followed me.
CHAPTER 3
START WITH YOUR TOES
Mo
She was on the stage, busting out a performance to Shakira’s “Loca,” and making Mo, for the first time since he started with Hawk, wish he had another job.
Honest to fuck, if he managed to get through the whole night, and all three of her feature sets (this was number two), without jumping off the stage and punching every motherfucker watching her in the throat, it’d be a miracle.
He got why she was the headliner.
He got why it was a packed house.
She was graceful. She knew how to dance. She was beautiful. She had an awesome outfit on (or was taking it off).
And she was sexyAF.
Christ.
He’d learned during the first set that he needed to watch the crowd, which was his goddamned job, and not her or he’d be standing in the shadows just offstage, unable to take his eyes off her at the same time fighting his dick getting hard.
Which was what every motherfucker out there was doing.
And why Mo wanted to punch them all in the throat.
Fuck.
If they didn’t get this guy and soon, this was going to be torture.
Mo knew this without a doubt.
And he knew it wasn’t just about her dancing.
It was also about her just beingher.
But he was trying not to go there.
And failing.
Her house was the shit.
Her fridge was as neat as his (if he went grocery shopping, which was rare, he was too busy working and hanging with his buds and his family, but if he did, the inside of his fridge looked like hers, mostly, without the lining up of shit, but he’d start doing that the minute he got the shot).
Her barefoot, all that blonde hair tumbling down, in that tight tank and those jeans with her little ass he could palm in one hand, for fuck’s sake.
That massive bed he’d give his left testicle to fuck her in.
The fact she could concede a point in a discussion without being a bitch about it.
Her huge, bright white smile.
