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“So, no husband.” He runs those eyes over me again and I have to fight the knee-jerk reaction to shiver. I can understand why so many women find him so hot. “Good to know.”
And that it’s made him so vain is also evident.
“Like I said I prefer to be your maid.”
“And I’m telling you that leaves a huge gap in my security.”
I finally turn to my brother who surprises me. The look on his face tells me he’s actually thinking about what this idiot is trying to propose.
“Absolutely not! Eli, you cannot be giving this serious thought. This is stupid. The stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”
“It has some merit, sis.”
“No, it doesn’t.” I look over at Geo who is looking anywhere else but me. “You wouldn’t do this to any of your male security, damn it.”
“I’m not attracted to men sadly or your brother would be up for the part, I’m sure.”
“This is bullshit!” I spin on the balls of my feet and make my way to the front of the house. I already know the layout from the intel packet.
My arm is grabbed in a very familiar way telling me who is trying to stop me long before I decide to turn around. My brother. The asshole who agreed with the other asshole in the room.
“Look Callie, wait just a minute. Can you please just wait?” Because he asked, I stop and turn to stare him down. “Look we’re not asking you to sleep with the guy. Just pretend to be his girlfriend for a few weeks. I don’t like it any more than you do and wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think it was needed.”
I roll my lips between my teeth until they are nothing more than a thin line of disappointment. I know that’s what I look like because I’ve seen that same look on the man standing in front of me.
“I get it stinks, but it’s part of the job and you wanted to do the job.”
“That isn’t fair, Eli.”
He doesn’t say anything else but, in my head, I can hear him finish the thought. Life isn’t fair, you take what it hands you and you get over it. The words aren’t said in my brother’s voice though but that of my father. God knows I’ve been told the refrain enough over the years. I got it every time I tried to do something my big brother did. When he went to the police academy to follow in our father’s footsteps, I informed our father I wanted to do the same…and got the whole spiel. He didn’t want me to be a police officer because it was too dangerous. He didn’t want my mom to worry about her daughter. Her daughter. Like I wasn’t even his child because I was a girl.
I straighten my spine and look at my brother. He didn’t want me to do this either. My safety was mentioned again, even though I shoot better than him, I beat his ass at hand to hand, and I passed all the tests required with better scores than anyone else, including him. They aren’t going to take this away from me. Not this time.
“Fine. I’ll be his freakin’ fake girlfriend but when Dad asks how things are going with the new job, I’m so ratting you out over this.”
I turn back around to find the movie star standing in front of me. He must have cut through the living room in order to make it ahead of me. The smile on his face says he heard every word spoken between me and my brother. Damn it. This whole job has gone to hell so fast it's like a runaway train veering off the tracks…while on fire. And looking at Mr. Hollywood’s smarmysmirk only makes the feeling of impending disaster that much more certain.
Chapter Three
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Wyatt
It hasn’t escaped my attention that I am a big, fat hypocrite. Here I am being guarded because someone is stalking me and I in turn am stalking my bodyguard. I realize how much of an ass it makes me, but I can’t help it. She just draws my eyes to her. Without having to do anything specific at all.
Like now. She’s just trying to do her daily workout and I’m hiding in the shadows watching her body’s every move. I guess no matter where I go or what I do, I’ll always be that kid slinking around in the dark, letting my baser instincts control me, doing whatever it takes to get what I want. And I want her.
I watch her body bend and stretch through the moves. Up dog, down dog, warrior pose, and don’t that one just match the little thing to a ‘T’. All I can think about is some fucked up combination of yoga and the Kama Sutra where she does all her poses naked and a few of them sitting on my face.
I move out of the shadows when she comes back into a relaxed stance, “You have amazing form.”
She doesn’t jump or act like I’ve scared her at all, but I can spot her change slightly. Just an unperceivable closing in probably to protect herself.
“I would love to spar with you sometime.”
“Right? Spar?” She gives me an unbelieving look before walking further away from me to grab a small towel.
“What does that mean?”
