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I once used it and almost severed the tip of my finger. After that, I was forbidden from touching Philippe’s knives.
Max’s fingers wrap around mine, his grip firm and cool.
A nervous sensation tightens my stomach as I say, “It’s nice meeting you.” Not knowing what else to say, I pull my hand free from his.
“Pleasure is mine,” he murmurs, his tone low but commanding.
It feels like the deep timbre of his voice ripples over my skin, making goose bumps erupt over my body.
I swallow and quickly leave the sitting room.
Is he staying for lunch?
Of course. He’s going to be by your side twenty-four-seven.
My eyes widen at the realization, and feeling uncomfortable, I head into the dining room where all the delicious food Philippe prepared is waiting to be devoured.
When I’m nervous, I eat. I have an unhealthy relationship with comfort food. Or healthy. It probably depends on how you look at it.
I love food, and unlike men, it never leaves me feeling unfulfilled.
Papa takes his usual seat at the head of the table while I sit down on his left.
I notice a place that’s been set for Max. It’s across from me, so I'll see him every time I look in front of me.
Awkward.
When Max pulls out his chair, I take in his pristine black suit. He shrugs off his jacket and drapes it over the back of the chair. I catch sight of the gun tucked behind his back, and my mouth instantly goes dry.
Reaching for my glass of water, I take a sip before I continue to inspect the man who’s been hired to protect me.
Not a hair is out of place, and his dress shirt is white, with not a single stain on it. The man is as put together as they come.
At least he’s something to look at. I won’t get bored of seeing his face.
My friends are going to be jealous. Juliette will probably demand that her parents get her a bodyguard as well. She’ll see it as another accessory she has to have so I don’t outshine her.
I shake my head while letting out a sigh.
My timing sucked because Max tilts his head slightly, then asks, “Do you have a problem with the arrangement?”
“Huh?” the word pops from me, and for a moment, I’m confused before I realize what I did. I shook my head and sighed while staring at Max.
“Oh no. I was just thinking how Juliette will probably demand to have a bodyguard as well.” I wave a hand. “She’s a…friend, for the lack of a better word.”
Papa lets out a chuckle as he looks at Max. “The socialites always try to outdo each other.”
The conversation doesn’t get a reaction from Max, who pins me with his light…green eyes. Now that I’m closer to him, I can see they’re definitely light green.
Wow. I’ve never seen eyes like his before.
Becoming curious about the man, I ask, “Have you been a bodyguard all your life?”
He doesn’t have an accent. At least not one I can place.
Max shakes his head. “I’m in the security field. Tracking people is my specialty.”
Interesting.
