Page 49 of Bossy Bodyguard

But I had guessed it all wrong about Emma. She wasn’t weak, and she definitely didn’t need my shoulder to cry on.

“Yes, there is,” she replied, her fingers brushing over my knuckles and I had to keep myself in check from sporting a bulge.

“I’ll do anything, Doll—”

“Fuck me.”

“What?” My eyes were wide, and I had to hold on to the steering wheel so I wouldn’t drive the car into a tree. “What the fuck are you asking, Emma?”

“You said you’d do anything, Cillian. I want you to take me to the club and fuck me.”

I untangled our hands and looked straight ahead on the road. “I am not going to have sex with you,” I said, my voice stern and final. “If you want something else, then tell me.”

“Are you sure that’s your answer?”

I narrowed my eyes at her face that was devoid of any emotion, but her chin was high and she wasn’t trembling anymore.

What was this fucking girl playing at?

“Yes, Emma,” I said. “I am not sleeping with you—”

“Even though you already did?”

I raked a hand through my hair. She was impossible. “That was before I knew you were nineteen and Caleb’s ex. And now you are my client too. It’s not happening.”

“I see,” she said, her tone even. “Take me to Vixen.”

“I already told you—”

“I want to go to the club, Cillian. Take me there. You can drop me outside and leave,” Emma said without looking at me and crossed her arms, leaning back on the seat.

Like hell I was going to leave her alone at a sex club.

Neither of us said a single thing for the rest of the ride. There was so much sexual tension hovering in the air that anyone could cut it with a butter knife. I opened the door for her when we reached the club.

We both ignored the long queue outside when the valet took the keys from me.

“I thought you were just dropping me here and leaving,” she said when the guard checked our VIP cards and let us inside through the dark door.

“I’m not leaving you alone at a place where you were drugged last time,” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist and pulling her closer.

Must and exotic perfume laced the air after the receptionist checked our names and ID. I asked for two masks, one with dark lace trim and the other with feather. Emma raised a brow in question and let me put the white mask on her face, her bright blue eyes dilating when I tied it behind her head, making sure it was secure.

“Don’t remove it,” I ordered, wearing my black mask, similar to hers, and entered the club.

“Too bad it will be tugged off eventually,” she said, smugness dripping from her voice.

I ignored the sultry music playing in the background and everyone’s stares as they ogled both of us, and pulled her closer.

“What the fuck does that mean?” I asked, growling in her ear.

Emma blinked up at me innocently. “If you don’t want to fuck me, Cillian, I am going to do an exhibitionism show in a private room, and I’m sure I’ll get many people—men, women and others—who would want to fuck me.”

My arm tightened around her waist as I glared at her small smile. I asked, keeping my voice low, “Are you sure that’s your final answer?”

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TAKE YOUR CLOTHES OFF

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