Page 44 of The Bodyguard

One would say she was threatened.

It was only that the hiring team thought I was perfect for the role, which made them call through to my manager to inquire about the porn videos I’d starred in.

The ones which don’t exist.

Bitch.

No one was impressed with her behavior, and when my manager told her we were aware of what she’d done, no apology followed.

I ended up telling Nick halfway through filming the first movie. We’d gotten close, and our media schedules had been distributed, including going on her show as I’d done today. He insisted we do the show together. As a bigger star last year, he had that kind of pull. I didn’t.

This year I thought the entire thing was water under the bridge.

Nope. She’s still a bitch.

How dare she pull that shit? This time I am taking legal action, and she can finally learn not to fuck with me.

So was it her?

Maybe. But was it physically possible? I just can’t see how.

Ryder keeps shooting me looks in the mirror. He has since day one—which was yesterday, I remind myself—but now his glances have a mix of desire and concern in them.

We park across from Macy’s, and he tells Jack to run in and buy me a pair of cotton panties. “Just get one of those packs of three or whatever.”

Jack drags his eyes from Ryder to me in disbelief, and I bite my bottom lip to stop from giggling. Jack is my dad’s age, so he must be so uncomfortable.

“I’d go in but...” I shrug. “He won’t let me.”

“I can’t leave her.” Ryder hands him a twenty-dollar bill, surprising me again. “Go. We have five minutes.”

“Umm...” Jack looks up from the money.

“Extra small please.” I tell him and he climbs out of the car. “Ryder, I can pay for my own panties. The fact I have a twelve-hundred-dollar bra on is proof.”

“The fact that your face is on every billboard in America right now is proof.” He replies and settles back in his seat.

Is it bad that I really want him to kiss me? That my body has been low-level humming all day, wishing he would touch me even though I know he can’t.

That the entire time my team was fluffing around doing hair and makeup, and I was pretending to ignore Ryder, all I wanted was for the room to clear and for him to lift me onto the counter and crush his mouth on mine.

God, I want that.

I’m living in this weird mix of fear about this stalker and lust for Ryder. It’s very confusing.

I fucked my bodyguard.

I’m not sure how to feel about it. Except needy for more. Much more. I’m determined to make him kiss me.

I know I shouldn’t...but he’s the most gorgeous, sexy man I’ve ever seen in my life.

“You know this isn’t necessary. I wouldn’t be flashing my bits around Hollywood, as you put it. I mean, you saw my pussy—it’s not flapping.”

“Jesus, Savannah.” Ryder rubs his hand over his face.

I smirk, knowing I’m getting under his skin.

It was totally on purpose.