Page 63 of Under His Guard

“What about you?”

Looking down at her as she leans against my chest, I smile. “Trust me, darlin’, I’m good.”

“That you are, Luke. That you are.”

We both laugh at that one, and I reach for the remote on the coffee table. Flicking on the many movie options I have, I squeeze her tight.

“So, how about a movie? I’ll make popcorn in a minute.”

She stills. “Luke, what about?—”

“We’ll trust everything to the police, and I’ll step up security. I promise you, Clara. I got you.”

She smiles, and I press play on Die Hard.

Chapter 21

Clara

When my alarm goes off, I’m in my bed, my thoughts groggy, and it takes me a moment to recall what happened last night.

But memories flood through me, and I shoot up into a sitting position, oddly happy that I’m alone in my room.

“Holy shit. You…okay. Fuck.”

Everything is at war in my mind as I try to reconcile the fact that I let Luke go down on me and he lapped me up like a damned sundae. All while I’m still living with him, technically as his doctor.

The shock blends into a pleasant reminder of how freaking good he made me feel, and my eyes close as I sit there in the bed, clenching my thighs.

“That man is skilled with his tongue.”

I laugh, my eyebrows shooting up as I realize how dirty that sounds.

I’ve never been a prude or anything like that.

Sex is a normal way of expressing feelings with another person and a healthy part of many relationships.

Still, I am a total newbie, and I’m not sure Luke truly understood that.

I just leave myself no time to date. I’m a busy surgical resident, and it never seemed all that appealing before.

Clara, you know this about yourself. You’ve identified as demisexual for years now.

“Apparently, Luke is that rare case. A genuine connection that’s sparking…all of this.”

I shake my head, still not quite believing it really happened.

Sure, the occasional male student would catch my eye, and we’d try dinner, but that’s usually as far as it went.

I invited a man to my apartment exactly one time, and it ended with me kicking him out because I didn’t want to have sex, so…

“And Luke was okay with it. He didn’t even leave during the movie to take care of himself.”

As far as gentlemanly manners, it was a hilarious representation of how unlike all the other guys he was.

But then I remember—once again—that Luke is paying me to help him. That fact, together with the other that I’m staying with him because of the Cobras, puts a damper on the romance.

“Okay, enough.”

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