Page 52 of Auctioned to the Billionaire Bodyguard

He offered me his arm like the gentleman he was, and I slid mine through his. “Shall we?” he asked.

He walked me to his car, a Mercedes Maybach, while his driver opened a door for us. Leo was also riding with us, it seemed.

“Is your driver with St. James Security?” I asked.

Enzo nodded. “Byron and his family provide the security details for Salazar Enterprises. It’s a change I made a couple of years ago. My father, Carlos, didn’t think we needed that level of protection.” He shrugged. “I thought he was wrong.”

“Well, this is beautiful,” I said, in awe of the luxurious interior of the car.

Leo sat across from us and looked uncharacteristically down in the dumps. He was also quiet. I knew I hadn’t been around the Salazars long, but I felt that I’d gotten to know Leo’s personality fairly well. He was so open it was hard not to feel like you knew him.

“Are you okay, Leo?”

“Yeah. I guess. Thanks for the ride home.”

“Do you live near Enzo and Byron?”

He nodded. “I’m in Salazar Towers, too.”

I knew Salazar Towers was one of the high-rise buildings not too far from the clubs, but I wasn’t sure which one. I really hadn’t had much time to familiarize myself with West Bay yet. I bit my lip. With Skeeter on the loose, I wouldn’t be going on any tours in the near future, either.

“Did y’all see Ardley tonight?” he suddenly asked, running his head through his hair and making it stand on end.

Enzo looked at him, unruffled. “Yes. She looked lovely. It was nice to see her in clothes that fit for a change.”

Leo frowned. “I hope you weren’t staring at her.”

Enzo rolled his eyes. “Good lord. Did you want me to have seen her or not? Make up your mind.”

“Well, yeah.” He looked perplexed. “Guess why she was so dressed up.”

Enzo cocked an eyebrow. “Because the auction is black tie?”

“Yes, but she alsohad a date.” Leo leaned forward when he said it. “Did you know Ardy dated?”

“Leo, she’s a beautiful woman,” I said. “I’m not surprised she dates.”

“Well, I was.” He looked out the window.

A smile played at Enzo’s lips. “You’re upset because she had a date tonight. You are aware, aren’t you, that she hears you talking about all the conquests you fuck on a nightly basis in Cayenne?”

Leo’s face turned a little pink. “I guess I didn’t think about it.”

“You like her,” I observed.

“No. I don’t. Not like that, I just… she’s not my type.”

“What’s not your type? A beautiful face? A great body? A sweet disposition?” Enzo asked.

“I’m used to… erm,” he looked at me as if realizing I might not want to hear about how many women he fucked each night. “A certain type of woman. One who doesn’t minda lotof sexual activity.”

“You don’t know, Leo. She could be into that. If so, you’re missing out.”

“I guess I just need to think about it. It surprised me tonight, that’s all. She looked… fucking delicious. And then she had this tall, good-looking guy show up to take her out. He drove a nice car, too. He’s not a loser.”

“You should be happy for her,” Enzo said, “and go back to being friends with her. You’re right; she wouldn’t fit in with your lifestyle.”

Leo nodded, but I couldn’t help noticing how sad he looked.