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The hottieguard gave her a raised eyebrow. “Absolutely. It’s important that the responsibilities and boundaries of the client/bodyguard relationship be clearly understood by all parties.”

Was he smirking again? Asshole. He was the one who’d had the boner, which was almost certainly against bodyguarding rules. Especially since he’d been rubbing it all over her underwear-clad ass.

She couldn’t wait to set him straight on how this was going to go.

“I think the rules should involve clothes,” Julio said. “As in, wearing them.”

Enzo nodded. “And also, no fucking,” he said. “Cluster or otherwise.”

He gave Israel the evil eye. “She’s like a sister to us, so watch yourself.” He conjured a knife from somewhere on his person and flicked the blade out, then flicked it back in and made it disappear just as quickly.

Hells bells. She wasn’t going to be following their rules either, so they could just stop all this macho posturing.

“I’ll fuck whoever I want, thank you very much,” she informed them. “Or give them a blow job.” She smiled sweetly at her bandmates. “You know, fellaaatiooo?” She drew the word out to watch them squirm.

Their eyes went wide and panicked.

Harrison blushed. “Looks like everything’s good here,” he said, clearly bailing. “Later.”

Her bandmates followed in a hasty retreat. Enzo was the last to leave. He turned in the doorway. “No fucking,” he said again, pointing at Israel, and then walked off.