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Now what was she supposed to do? She was standing in front of her hot-as-fuck boner-y bodyguard in nothing but her underwear, having just made an idiot out of herself.

“I might still shoot you,” she told him, glaring. “For being an asshole and scaring me out of a year’s growth.”

He didn’t move, but his eyes narrowed. “Put the gun down,” he said. “I was acting according to protocol. I’m a highly trained and experienced security expert.”

She looked pointedly at his gun in her hand, and then at him backed against the wall. “Sure. You keep telling yourself that.”

He moved so fast he was nothing but a blur. One second he was crouched in the corner, and the next he was right there, twisting the gun out of her hand and imprisoning her with her back against his chest, arms pinned to her sides. His arm was like an iron bar.

“You were saying?” he murmured in her ear.

He smelled awesome. Like woods with a hint of pine, and a natural male musk that made her want to melt against him. All those ripply muscles were tight against her back, and the boner was still there. A really, really big one.

The man had no shame.

“Nice move, hottieguard,” she said, trying to sound cool and like she wasn’t considering ripping his jeans off just to see if that boner was as big and oh-my-god-are-you-serious as it felt. “It would be more impressive if I wasn’t half your size, not to mention the person you’re supposed to be guarding.”

“You should have put the gun down,” he said.

“You shouldn’t have come busting in here like it was an episode of Law and Order. Why didn’t you just knock?”

“I did. Twice. You didn’t answer.”

“I had my headphones on, Einstein.”

“And I heard the sound of a possible altercation.”

She rolled her eyes. Too bad he couldn’t see it.

“I dropped my fucking hair dryer, for God’s sake,” she said. “It knocked the lamp into the wall. Panic much, hottieguard?”

“Better safe than sorry.”

His warm breath moved her hair, tickling her ear. He was still standing there with those huge arms engulfing her, boner still pressed to her backside. She felt her nether regions starting to melt.

That was not acceptable. She couldn’t just let him bust in here and manhandle her and make her all melty in her pants. If she let him get the upper hand now, he would be hanging over her shoulder and drooling in her Cheerios for the rest of the tour. Better to keep him off-balance.

“Fine,” she said. “See? All safe from the bad scary hair dryer. Good dog. You can let go of me now.”

For a second she thought he wasn’t going to, but then he released her and stepped aside, hands away from his sides in an “I surrender” gesture, gun pointed at the ground.

Following up on her advantage, she crossed her arms put on her best diva attitude. “You know it’s rude to grope me before we’ve even been introduced, don’t you?”

“I wasn’t groping you.”

“Uh huh.” She snorted. “Did you think I didn’t notice that ginormous boner you sprouted when you saw me in my underwear? What kind of shifter are you, anyway? A Sasquatch?”

He folded his own arms and faced off with her. “Wolf,” he replied.

“Really,” she said, deliberately dropping her gaze to his crotch. “Just a tiny little wolf, huh? Must have been a banana in your pocket, then.”

That should send him scurrying for the door. Or at least get him blushing.

He just gazed at her, eyebrows slightly raised, expression deadpan.

“Well, that’s a tragic and very personal story, actually,” he said finally. “I lost my dick in an unfortunate accident when I was just a wee little wolf cub. The good news is, the healer was able to graft a grizzly bear wiener on to my dick stump, so I was able to continue to pee standing up. The better news is, I’m cursed forever with giant grizzly boners.”

Oh, shitskies. Had Harrison purposely found her a bodyguard with no shame whatsoever?