Page 13 of The Bodyguard

He says nothing.

I can’t leave it alone.

“So that’s why I’m wearing this. I don’t have any other clothes to wear.”

I almost laugh at the irony of the situation. I had enlisted Keira to help me lose my virginity. I may have looked out of place, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t scanning the club for any man who I thought I would be able to go through with it. I found none.

Yet here was one. Obscenely good-looking. Powerful. Dangerous. Hot as sin. He makes my pulse race, and my eyes go hazy. He makes my nipples achingly hard and draws wetness from between my legs. He makes my pussy throb with a need I never knew I was capable of creating.

He’ll also say no.

But what if I just stand up, take off my clothing, and then just stand here naked? What would he do then?

His answer would still be no, and I can’t begin to explain how that affects me. How it splinters my heart in two and makes me want to cry with sadness and scream with anger.

I glance around the kitchen to distract myself. It’s clinical and clean but not entirely unpleasant, with its yellow cupboards, antique-looking stove, and copper pots nailed to a wall.

I can’t ignore the stat phone on the table beside his plate either. I also know he’ll probably break my wrist if I try to wrestle it from him. It’s my ticket out of here. If I could call my Uncle Neil, he would find me and try again to help me make my father see reason.

I’m startled when the same phone vibrates on the table. My gaze flies to Kayne. Not a single muscle twitches on his face. He’s as supremely calm as he was eating lunch. Yet I know we’re not expecting any visitors.

Kayne gets up from the chair and goes into the living room. I follow him.

From a desk drawer, he lifts out an electronic pad which seems to be activated by the print of his fingertips.

An image of the wilderness comes into view on the screen.

“So that’s how you knew where to find me,” I say.

“No. I don’t need cameras to track you,” he replies and again I find his words so oddly intimate, I blush. What is really and truly wrong with me?

But soon my attention shifts. I can’t believe what I’m seeing on the screen before me.

He came. My uncle is here to rescue me. I want to fold over and cry with relief, but I force myself to remain regal.

“Langley,” Uncle Neil says, speaking with his gaze directly fixed on the camera I didn’t even notice when I entered the cabin. But then I was occupied with shivering my butt off at the time.

“Open up.”

Kayne makes no move to do so. A frown settles on my forehead. Surely he won’t deny my uncle access. Despite being on my side, Uncle Neil is my father’s right-hand man. Kayne could as easily be taking orders from him as he does the king.

“Can you please open the door for my uncle?” I ask as politely as I can, though my voice has a hint of incredulity in it.

Kayne still doesn’t move.

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