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No one wants a work in progress, not someone who’s as bad as me.
I don’t even know if I’m capable of having sex. I’d probably cry…or stab him to death. And neither of those things would be good.
So, yeah. No, thank you.
I much prefer to be alone. It’s safer that way.
The bodyguard’s brows snap, as though he’s somehow heard my inner thoughts. But that’s obviously ridiculous. Maybe he can already tell I’m a mess.
His face is sharp and stoic as he assesses me. A deep wrinkle forms between his beautiful pale honey-colored eyes while he continues to take me in like I’m a project he’sdeciphering.
I instantly don’t like him, and that’s probably because I don’t want someone watching my every move.
How in the world will I work? Because I’m not quitting. Maybe I can bribe him to be quiet.
And what do you have to offer a man like that?
My thoughts ring with the answer, though. I can offer him me. Anything to stop him from running his mouth to Michael. At least this time, I’d be using my own body for my own needs.
He continues to stare, his gaze like sand that glistens beneath the rays of the sun.
“This is Chris Embers,” Michael offers. “And he will be your bodyguard for the foreseeable future.”
Fucking fabulous…
“Chris, this is Kayla Jenkins. You have her schedule already, along with all the places she likes to frequent. Anything else, feel free to ask her or talk to me. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.” That voice is so rugged and powerful. Like with one word, he could bring the world to its knees.
Michael’s expression is tight as he regards me before his attention returns to Chris. “You start now.”
I roll my eyes, and Chris’s mouth twitches.
“Come on, Jade…” Elsie cracks a smirk. “Let’s allow Kayla to get to know her new friend.”
“Don’t plan on being her friend, ma’am.” Chris slips his gaze to me, intensity rivaling within it, one I match.
“Good thing because I’m not looking for any.”
Jade laughs as they all stride away, Michael pulling Elsie to his side and kissing her temple.
My heart pitches at the affection, longing for that feeling of being loved and wanted and free. So free that I’d let a man touch me—crave it, even. But I don’t see how I can. Even if I trusted onefor long enough to tell him what happened to me, I can’t be fully honest.
How do I tell a man the depraved things I desire? The things I’m afraid to tell anyone about? No man wants someone like that. A girl who’s turned intothis: a twisted-up woman.
Chris clears his throat, and I almost forgot he was here. A mere inconvenience I will have to figure out how to avoid.
“Will you be sleeping in my home?” My gaze narrows.
“No.”
Thank God.
“But I’ll be right outside at all times.”
Oh, goody.
“When do you sleep?”
