Page 35 of Daddy's Bodyguard

“What happened to staying away from family because it’s dangerous for them?” I demand.

“Daisy’s stronger than the average bear.” He points to his side. “Would you let your brother off the hook if he got shot and didn’t tell you?”

No. I wouldn’t. I’d fly across the ocean and rip him a new one and make sure he’s okay. Which means if we don’t go, she’s going to try and track us down.

“It will be easy. Promise. My niece is cute too.” He rubs my shoulder, leaving a warmth and longing for him to touch me more. “You’ll love her. She’ll take your mind off everything going on.”

“Maybe I’m not fond of kids.”

“That’s perfect for Ellie. She’ll change you. She’s, hands down, the coolest three-year-old in the world. I keep waiting for her to turn twenty-one because she’s going to be the most entertaining drunk in the world.”

I roll my eyes. “Just … fine. But no pretending. No backstories about dating.”

“Aww. It’s almost like you don’t like my stories,” he teases. “What about… we met while on vacation? You, a rich amazing girl eager to get back at daddy. Me, as me, giving you an amazing night that made you fall for me right then and there.”

I narrow my eyes. “No more romcoms.”

“Come on, snickerdoodle, I’ll be there.” He offers. “Am I suddenly not capable of conversation?”

“We’re capable of arguing.”

“You either hate me, or you like me so much that you think you hate me.” He steps closer to me. “Are you mad about going to see my sister or because I’m going out with Carissa instead of you?”

“I don’t care who you date or what else you do with your life. I just want you out of mine.” I cross my fingers behind my back.

But Jasper looks me over slowly, and his expression tells me he didn’t believe what I just said. He takes his shirt off, and my mouth falls open. “What are you doing!?”

“Well, if you hate me and aren’t interested, this shouldn’t bother you.” He shrugs, undoing the top button on his jeans. “Just don’t look.”

Like that’s an option. Jasper is damn attractive, and he knows it. He’s not bodybuilder ripped, but his muscular frame, his tattoos and scars draw my attention to the fact that he’s solid hunk of a man. I remember feeling his body on mine when he had me over his shoulder. Seeing is different, in the damning, tempting, mouthwatering way.

I can’t look away. Not even from his back. I’ve never really been into backs, but his is sexy, with two obvious bullet wounds other than the one from our time together. Damn, I see the appeal of being a nurse now. I’d give him a sponge bath and - No!

Fuck. I make myself look away and shake my head. “Get dressed, cave man.”

“Aw, that’s a cute nickname, Sofia. We’re taking this to the next level.”

“If you drop your pants, I swear my foot is going up your ass.”

“You and your dirty talk.” He groans.

Huffing, I go to the room and get changed into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of biker tights. I let my hair down, give it a quick brush, telling myself I’m not doing this for Jasper— then I head to the kitchen. I’m not really a drinker, but fuck it. Tonight, I think I need alcohol. I pour myself a few fingers of tequila – because what safe house is complete without it – and then fill the rest with cranberry juice.

Not exactly my normal drink, but it’s Friday, I survived an attempt on my life, and I deserve it, right? Just one drink.

“Ooh… looks like tonight will be fun,” Jasper says from behind me. “Ready for Scrabble?”

“I’ll kick your ass in drunk Scrabble,” I say, taking a long drink.

But as I turn around, I nearly spit it out. Jasper stands there in a pair of pajama pants that leaves nothing to my imagination. Fuck, he’s huge. His cock—holy fuck, I’m literally drooling right now. It’s like a small plantain, and it’s not even erect. No. No. He’s Carissa’s. They’re basically dating. I can’t keep staring at him like this.

Jasper moves into the kitchen, his eyes on me. I take another drink, and he wraps his hand around my cup. He steals it from me, takes a drink, then hands it back to me. “I’ll take that bet. If I win, you’re coming with me to Daisy’s without complaint.”

“Only if you win.” I huff.

“I plan to, babe.” He winks.

Thankfully, he puts on a shirt that covers his front before pulling out the Scrabble game, although the image of his cock still stains my mind. He points at me. “Fake words only.”

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