Page 39 of The Bodyguard

I just need to get through the day and get off this job. I flush and clean up, then lean against the wall outside her bedroom.

Three minutes later she walks out, then stops.

“Why didn’t you come in?” she asks.

“It’s your bedroom and I’m your bodyguard,” I clarify.

This is as good a time as any to have The Chat.

“You just had your mouth on my vagina.” Savannah frowns.

Christ.

“Nice.” I grab my shirt out of her hands and put it on. As I’m doing up the buttons, I lift my eyes to hers. “That is not happening again. And I’d ask you not to mention it to my bosses.”

I see the flicker in her eyes.

“Will you get fired?” Savannah leans against the door jamb.

No.

“Yes.” I tell her.

It’s possible, but unlikely. Josh is one of my closest friends. As is Aidan now. We see each other less but there’s still a loyalty and friendship there.

Savannah takes a step and places her hands on her chest. “Why wouldn’t you kiss me?”

“That’s not what this was.” I stare down into her green eyes and take her hips in my hands.

Those lips of hers are very fucking kissable, though.

“I’m not asking you to marry me, Ryder.” Savannah laughs. “I just want you to kiss me.”

“Not happening.” I glance past her. “We need to go.”

When she continues to stare up at me with mischief in her eyes, I lift her up and carry her down the damn hall.

It just makes her giggle more as she throws her arms around my neck.

Give me a landmine any day.

This woman is way more lethal.

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THE MOMENT WE step outside the front door, Savannah changes.

Like a chameleon.

She’s once again a Hollywood starlet and I’m her bodyguard.

I sit in the front seat while she chats on her phone, and I cast my eyes around us. Jack makes random comments about the weather and baseball.

I nod.

And I watch Savannah in the mirror.

I watch as she waves to her fans as we arrive at The Selena Hendrix Show, a daytime talk show, venue.