Page 181 of Illicit Monster


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I state, "Don't worry, we will. Ya have several men on us, remember?"

"Aye. They better be watching ya, not on ya," he asserts.

I laugh. "Ha-ha. Funny."

"I'm not laughing, baby girl."

"All right. Go do your job and get your ass back here," I order.

He chuckles. "All right. Love you."

"Love ya too." I hang up.

Arianna wiggles her eyebrows. "I love you too, Tynan."

I smirk at her.

The car pulls up to a building.

I question, "Is this it?"

She nods. "Yeah."

"There's no sign," I cautiously state.

She laughs. "No shit. It's in the photographer's apartment."

"And you're sure it's safe?"

"Of course it is. Get out of the car," she demands.

I open the door and step out. The guards are right there. They follow us into the building.

Arianna leads us through the building and up to a flat. She knocks, and

a tiny woman with glasses opens the door. She chirps, "There you are."

Arianna turns, points at our guards, and orders, "You two stay out here."

"We have to check the place first," her guard states.

She groans and turns to the photographer. "Sorry. This is embarrassing. Our men need to check your place to ensure there are no creepers here. Is that okay?"

The photographer looks a little flustered. "Sure." She steps back.

My face heats. "I'm sorry. Our husbands are a little overprotective."

"That's okay. You're not the first people to come in here with security."

"We're not?" Arianna asks.

She shakes her head. "No. A lot of celebrities have come here. They all have bodyguards. And if your husbands think you need it, it's good you have them."

The men pass her.

She wiggles her eyebrows and lowers her voice. "They've got some cute asses on them, don't they?"

I giggle and glance at their behinds, admitting, "If my husband knew I just looked at their butts, he'd be pissed."

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