Page 40 of The Bodyguard

I watch as she gets her hair and makeup done and changes into a stunning strapless dress and heels that I’m sure she is going to topple over in.

I watch as Gina and Briar race around after her, sending messages and coordinating a million different things and people. Her beauty team sprays and primps and dresses her over the next hour, and before I know it, she’s standing and looking at me as if my opinion counts.

“You look gorgeous,” Briar says, taking a photo. “Instagram?”

“Yes.” Savannah smiles, giving her permission.

Then her eyes swivel to Gina, who slides her hands in her jeans pocket.

“Looks good,” the girl says, but it feels forced. “Do you want a coffee after?”

I wonder if there is still tension from yesterday but don’t pay too much attention. I’m not interested in friendship dramas.

“No, thanks,” Savannah replies.

She barely acknowledges me, and moments later, she steps on stage. Yet again I’m waiting from the sidelines as she becomes every inch the celebrity.

The crowd is instructed to applause, and they go wild.

Savannah is the hottest actress in America right now and from the moment she wakes up to the time she gets home at night, she doesn’t stop.

Except when I fucked her.

You’d never know it happened. Aside from that one look seeking approval for her outfit—which I refused to give—she’s been professional and cool with me.

I don’t like it.

I want her lips red and swollen, parted and begging me to fuck her.

Again.

But it’s a reminder that Savannah Sinclair has far more than me to lose if our secret got out. We both have big motivations to keep our mouths closed.

It would hardly be a good look for her to be fucking her bodyguard.

And that irks me.

My phone buzzes in my pocket and I slide it out. Someone shoots me a look and I mouth sorry then swipe the message.

Aidan: No record match from the lab on the note. Probably just a crazy fan.

Ryder: I’ll talk to Savannah tonight about who she suspects.

Aidan: You didn’t do that this morning?

Shit.

No, sorry I was fucking her on the washing machine. My bad.

Ryder: She had something on.

She had me on.

On top of her.

Aidan: Roger that.

The crowd goes absolutely insane as I pocket my phone. I glance over at Gina in question, and she rolls her eyes.