Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 645(@200wpm)___ 516(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Right,” she huffs and pushes past me, catching me off guard.
I have her pinned to the wall in a nanosecond.
And a nanosecond after that, I’m wondering what the fuck just happened.
“Oh my God,” she breathes, pressing her back into the bricks behind her, her fresh breath hitting my neck in short, panting bursts.
I consider, only for a second, that I’ve frightened her. Then I feel her hardened nipples pressing into my chest through my suit. I breathe in, swallow and repeat. Over and over, bending my knees to get her face in line with mine.
What am I doing? This is stupid. Release her. Step away!
Her eyes are wide, unsure and…flickering with desire. This usually wouldn’t be such a surprise to me, but I know, frighteningly, that mine are mirroring hers.
She gulps, blinks, and looks away. “I’m pretty sure physically restraining me isn’t in your list of duties.” She swallows.
“Don’t make any sudden movements,” I snap, battling away all of the obscene thoughts her statement has spiked, right to the deepest, safest depths of my mind. “I thought you were going to do a runner again.” I step back, and she straightens, hitting me with shimmering topaz eyes.
“Since it seems I’m stuck with you, let’s get a few things straight.”
I nod my agreement, short and sharp, thinking this is a great idea. Set the ground rules. The boundaries. “Go for it,” I prompt curtly.
“Don’t talk to me,” she says, looking away from me. “And don’t touch me.”
Again, I nod, easily agreeing. It’s probably safest all round.
Camille pauses for a few moments. What is she thinking? “Fine,” she mutters, taking a tentative step toward me. “I’m going to pass you now. Just want to make sure you’re not going to rugby tackle me again.”
I keep my mouth firmly shut and gesture for her to lead the way. She passes swiftly and I follow, but I center my focus past her, locating my discipline and locking it down.
Tightly.
Before I do something insanely stupid.
Chapter 6
CAMI
I’m still trembling on the inside when I make it out to the fresh air, not remembering one stagger or step that it has taken me to get here. My breathing is all over the place. He’s behind me, keeping his distance, but still way too close for comfort…or my stability.
I stop and glance over my shoulder, finding him stationary behind me, his hands linked behind his back. He looks like a typical bodyguard, and I’m mortified that he’s guarding me. Heather is going to fall apart. Or be jealous. I’m not sure.
Frowning to myself, I take two steps forward, then stop again, taking another peek over my shoulder. Sharp takes two steps, too, bringing the distance between us back to a level that he obviously deems comfortable. One hundred miles away from this man still wouldn’t be comfortable. In fact, as long as this man is on the same planet as me, I won’t ever relax again. I feel violated. My freedom, my life, my happiness…my senses. They’re all under attack.
I take two more steps and watch as Sharp does the very same thing. “This is ridiculous!” I mutter, marching on my way, dialing Heather as I do.
“Thought you’d call pronto,” she says, definite concern in her words. “What happened with your dad?” Oh, she should be concerned, because if Jake Sharp is shadowing me, then he’ll also be shadowing my best friend, since we’re practically stuck together. Sebastian’s back. A threatening message. My new bodyguard. In the last half hour, I’ve had more shocks than is fair.
“He hired a bodyguard for me. Apparently there’s been some threat against me.”
She coughs and splutters down the line. “You serious?”
“Unfortunately, yes.” Resentment churns in the pit of my stomach. “At least that’s what I’m told. Now that you’ve told me Seb’s out of rehab, I’m suspicious.”
“Hmmm.”
I open my car and throw my bag onto the passenger seat before getting into the driver’s. I put the key in the ignition and start my car, waiting for the Bluetooth to kick in before I toss my phone on the seat with my bag, while also waiting for something else from my best mate.
“Hello?” I prompt.
“I’m here.”
“Then say something!”
“Well, either is a possibility, I guess. Seb or the threat. So what’s the deal with your bodyguard?” she asks, confused.
“He’s basically shadowing me at all times.”
“Well, that’s your sex life down the plug hole.” She laughs and I scowl at my windscreen. I hadn’t thought of that. I was more concerned about my freedom. Not that I put it about or anything, but if the opportunity arises, I don’t want Sharp standing at the end of the bed, observing. I shudder.
“Cunny funt,” I mutter indignantly.
“You know, if you’re going to say it, just say it,” she scorns as she always does when I utilize my insult of choice.