She smiled up at him, and for the first time since she walked into the Power Security offices, he grinned at her. His eyes crinkled at the corners and his irises looked bluer than normal. His shoulders were relaxed.
This was a real smile. One she hadn’t seen on him before.
He looked happy, and it was breathtaking.
Did he do it often?
After a few seconds, the upward curl of his lips dropped and his features returned to the neutral expression she saw on him most of the day. He took a couple of steps back, as though realizing he was doing something he shouldn’t. “I’ll take these back to Jeffrey.”
“Right and I should…” She should what? She didn’t know. She’d take her makeup off when she got back to the bungalow. There was absolutely no reason for her to stay where she was.
“I’ll see you later then.” Yet, he still didn’t move. Didn’t take the earrings back.
Did he have something else to say? All he did was watch her, waiting for what, she didn’t know. Perhaps he didn’t either.
After a few more tense seconds, he blew out a breath, shook his head, and then executed a military perfect turn and walked away from her.
Indigo took another long swallow of water. This was only the first day. There were a lot more of them, and a lot of nights to get through.
Would she survive?
Chapter
Eight
Birds twittered in the trees as Wilt exited his bungalow, testing the handle to ensure that it was locked. He glanced in the direction of where Indigo was staying.
Did he escort her to dinner?
He should, his job was to provide security for her. It wasn’t like she was wearing any jewelry, but that didn’t matter. Their presence was known on the island now, and he’d heard the way some young girls had chatted excitedly about seeing her. Saying she was a great role model, and how she’d worked her way up from nothing to where she was and they wished they could talk to her.
There was a chance on the walk to the restaurant she might get intercepted by some of her young fans.
He promised himself he would do his job, and that was what he was going to do.
Decision made, his steps ate up the short distance between their bungalows. Quickly, and without giving it a second thought, he rapped on her door.
It opened immediately, and like always when it came to her, the familiar aroma of roses wafted over him.
“Hi, I’m not late, am I?” she asked breathlessly.
Was there anything she didn’t look stunning in? The deep red of her dress, a perfect foil for her black hair. It finished just above her knee, showing off the expanse of her long, tanned legs. It was fitted to her waist before it flared out in a skirt that would likely swish when she walked.
His dick twitched behind his zipper, and he recalled how good she’d felt in his arms when they’d kissed.
He shook his head, pushing that memory to the far recesses of his mind, where it belonged. “Nope, but I’m here to escort you to dinner.”
“Is that necessary? It’s not that far, and I got to and from the photoshoot without you shadowing me.”
Trust her to point out how he’d neglected his duties. “Correct, you did, but I should’ve been with you on both occasions. It’s not going to happen again.”
Her mouth opened as if she was going to argue with him, but then she snapped it shut. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed in and out deeply, as if expelling whatever she was going to say. “Fine. I need to put my shoes on and sort out my purse. Do you want to come in?”
Wilt’s gaze was drawn to her feet, noting her toes were painted a pale pink. He’d never been into feet, but like everything else about Indigo, hers were flawless. Nothing marred the skin. It was clear she looked after every part of her body.
“Never would’ve picked you to have a foot fetish,” she said, humor lacing her tone.
Of course he’d get caught staring. He trailed his gaze back up her body until he found her eyes. “I don’t, but if I did…” he didn’t finish, annoyed at himself for almost joking back with her. “I’ll wait out here.”
