In love with my bodyguard

es

the umpteenth time, but the driver doesn't even give me a second

of the jeep. We move past a jeep, and he looks at me from the r

of escape. "My brother is going to find me, just in case you think you can get away with this. And when

tions suddenly, his forearm gleaming un

g parched. It seems like the temperature

here?" I throw back, pulling my gaze off his damn arm. H

five minutes, and then, his v

ct, I

nswering the question I asked over five minutes ago. Our eyes meet in

dres

m, hating this situation. "Or

head slowly.

oughts, looking ou

I hope to achieve glued to the wall in my bedroom. And Marc

when he hears about my d

only friend she

with him about staring at the ass of another girl. He said he was just look

e man steps out from behind the wheel. My eyes widen in surprise when I

or open and lift me over his shoulders again

you know?" I blurt, no

back. His voice stands out in the night, piercing thr

ll me what to do a

l find o

of the living room. The stranger is twice my size, easily towering over me. His eyes filte

his gaze. A loud gasp escapes my lips, and my eye

it protectively over my chest. My little dress is made of silk with a plunge in the neckline

ng about my dress in the car, and I

than fifteen minutes, and you

omething. You really need to work on your ability to

yell, pointing a finger at him. "If I find out that you took

ssion, staring down at me l

my room when Marcus strides in from th

hallway," he mutters,

that bloody amusement laced in his tone. "For someone as

pats the stranger on the shoulders. I see him flinch, but it is gone so fast that I mig

us, who is this brute and wh

leg over the other. "This brute is your new bodyguard, Knox Pierce

No! No! This ca

I got you one. It is not up for discussion. And you should be grate

back to Knox, an

the one who t

, before winking again an