Page 41 of Bossy Bodyguard

She mimicked zipping her lips and swallowing the key. I rolled my eyes and straightened up when our teacher entered the room, blushing at the sight of Cillian before stuttering through the experiment.

Jesus fucking Christ. He was just a handsome man! A tall, handsome man.

Cillian

Her chemistry teacher was definitely not the stalker, because she couldn’t even focus on her class and kept glancing at me. Did I really pay a huge fucking fee to send my son to such an academy where they had excellent teachers like these?

I sighed once again, keeping my eyes on Emma, who was doing her experiment with determination and taking notes with her friends. I was relieved to see her focused on her studies and not worried about the situation she was in.

My phone vibrated in my pants and I walked to the back of the class, tapping my earbud. “Yes?”

“Is she good?”

“She is in her chemistry class.”

Her brother stayed quiet for a moment. “I don’t know how you can stand through such boring lectures.”

It’s because I want to protect her. Even if you don’t pay me, I will protect her and keep her safe.

“It’s a job,” I said, keeping my voice even.

“Sure, the night with her at my sex club has nothing to do with it.”

I clenched my phone and gritted out, “Is this why you called me?”

“No,” he took a deep breath, and I heard a sound of pen clicking. “Bring her to the club after school. I’ll need her when the lawyers arrive.”

“Is it important?”

“Yes. They are discussing our mother’s will.”

“Then bring your lawyers and yourself to the house. She’s not coming to the club.” I was about to end the call when he continued,

“I am paying you.”

I chuckled and said, “Sure, you are. To protect Emma. She’s not coming to the club,” I repeated. “Bring your rich ass to the house. I don’t fucking care.”

I hung up before he could utter another word and went back to monitoring her blonde hair. I took a deep breath when I found her smiling with her friends and unclenched my fist.

She is trouble if I’m caring this much about her on the first day of the job. I should have called Elena and ended it, passed it on to someone else since I was emotionally invested.

But I was too fucking selfish.

I would take care of Emma.

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COME HERE

CILLIAN

I sat in silence, going through the list of people who had attended Dorothy Moore’s funeral. The list was long and full of rich, popular models, actors, actresses, and directors. As if it was her birthday party and not her funeral. I was looking for someone with a motive. Past relationship was out of the question. Wait. What about Dorothy’s ex? Did she—

“Hi!”

My eyes flickered from the iPad screen to the owner of the high-pitched voice. “Hello,” I said, eyeing three girls in the academy’s uniform, twirling their hair and batting their lashes at me.

“Hi!” one of them repeated, leaning down. I quickly averted my gaze to my screen. “Do you mind if we sit here for lunch?”

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