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I bite down, watching as people pass by outside the pop star’s dressing room. She’s doing a mini East Coast tour and apparently, Daisy Delilah herself asked for me to guard her room personally.
She must’ve heard about me from one of her industry friends. Sometimes people want that, the personal touch from the SEAL who won a bunch of medals and earned a bunch of glory… which basically translates to me doing my job with a load of brave men who served just as valiantly as I did.
I made a mistake, I tell myself forcefully, sending that letter. Just like I made a mistake almost kissing her.
But at that thought, my insides twist. It’s like there’s a carnal command inside of me, telling me to find Lorelei, claim her, and make her mine.
No matter how much I try to ignore it, it grows louder, becomes deafening, impossible to ignore.
Can I really go my whole life without kissing her, without being with her?
I lost control whilst writing that letter, telling her how sexy she is, the things I want to do to her. What I should’ve added was how beautiful she is, every single part of her, how gorgeous she looked that night in the rain, as I stared deeply into her eyes...
The door opens behind me.
I turn swiftly to find the pop singer standing there, a shaky smile on her face, eyes glassy.
Daisy Delilah is widely regarded as one of the most attractive starlets in the world. I know this because she told me so when I first got here, proudly holding up a magazine with her on the cover, completely naked except for some rose petals covering her chest and groin area.
She expected me to start salivating, I guess, to collapse to my knees as the force of her allure hits me.
But she did nothing for me.
All I could think about, as I stared at the photo, is how I’d never let anybody except for me see Lorelei like that.
Ever.
She belongs to me.
Shit… I need to stop these thoughts, cut them down before they have a chance to grow, or I’m going to completely lose it.
“Um, hey,” Daisy says, curling a strand of blond hair around her finger. “Earth to Bennet.”
“Hello, Miss Delilah,” I say, keeping my voice respectful.
She looks up and down the hallway. The sound from the warmup act drums through the walls and while stagehands rush back and forth, purposefully not looking at us as they walk by. I stay on alert, watching them all, making sure I recognize them from the dossier I was given when I took the gig.
“Everybody’s so intimidated by me.” She pouts, taking a step forward, looking up at me with a glint in her eyes. “But you’re not, are you, Bennet?”
“No, ma’am.”
Again, I keep my voice professional, trying to let her know with my tone I’m not interested in where this is going.
Part of me hopes I’m misreading the situation and she’s not really trying to hit on me, because the idea has zero effect on me.
All the pop stars and models and actresses in the world could throw themselves at me and I’d still only ever want my Lorelei. My thoughts would still be her prisoner, returning, again and again, no matter how hard I try not to think about her.
“Ma’am?” She giggles. “Just call me Daisy, Bennet. There’s no need to be so formal.”
I smile tightly, warning myself not to let it turn into a grimace. This is work and I have to be professional… I just wish she felt the same.
I wonder what she’d do if I told her I’m not interested, that the only woman I want in the whole damn world is currently living under my best friend’s roof.
“Force of habit, I suppose,” I say.
“Hmm. Well. I think you need to force that habit to stop, huh? Call me Daisy.”
There’s a note of desperation in her voice, as though she’s angry with me for not finding her attractive.
I stare at her impassively.
She steps forward, raising her hand to my face.
Quickly, I take a step back, shaking my head.
Her hand drops and her expression twists fiercely. “What’s your problem?”
“I’m sorry, Miss… Daisy, but I don’t want to be touched.”
She stares at me like I’ve grown not one, not two, but three extra heads, complete disbelief coloring her features. “You have got to be fucking kidding me. I’m offering you the chance of a lifetime here.”
I focus hard not to smirk. I can’t let it seem like I’m mocking her, even if the idea is laughable.
If she knew how I felt about Lorelei – how every thought, waking or sleeping, is aimed toward my Lorelei – this starlet would know in a heartbeat I’d never want her.
“Thank you. But I’ll pass.”
It’s like my words won’t compute in her brain. Her mouth falls open and she stares, keeps staring, as though she’s never been told no before. Maybe she hasn’t.
