Page 3 of Revealing Mark
I lifted my hand to press it to my forehead. It was difficult to think when he was near, and the fact I was pretty tipsy wasn’t helping. Then I remembered the excuse I had given my sister for my early absence.
“Headache,” I mumbled. To be so close to him was playing havoc with my senses. All I could concentrate on was how striking his eyes were and how good he smelled. It was amixture of fresh soap and something else I couldn’t quite determine.
“I’ll walk you to your room,” he informed me, tucking my hand into his arm.
For him to touch my hand sent my heart racing. I took a shaky breath as I tried to maintain some sort of pretense that I wasn’t reveling in teenage fantasies that he was being protective. I swallowed. Then I remembered my missing key card.
“I don’t…” I began to say, still not wanting to admit I had lost it.
I was always misplacing things. It was a standard joke in my family that if anyone wanted anything to disappear, they would just give it to me. I hated it.
I was an adult and I wanted to show I could take care of myself and be successful. My love for photography had made choosing a career easy. It had started with occasional family photos and I had built up a portfolio of loyal customers. Word of mouth had ensured I had a steady stream of work. I worked the hours I wanted and made enough money to live. My grandparents had left me money to cover the initial cost of camera equipment. At least I was capable in the career department, but I couldn’t keep a relationship going and clearly I couldn’t even keep my hotel room-card safe. For goodness sake, I couldn’t even remember my room number.
“Don’t what?” he asked.
I blinked. There was no getting out of it now. “I lost my…room key.”
“Tracy.” The tone he used grated on my nerves. It was the same tone my father and brother used to lecture me. What was it with the men in my life that they felt they had a right to tell me what to do?
“Don’t ‘Tracy’ me,” I retorted, pulling my arm free of his but I immediately missed the closeness of him.
He shook his head. “Someone could pick it up and pay you a visit in the middle of the night.”
I rolled my eyes. Why did he and my brother always see the worst possible scenarios? I knew their work entailed danger but this was a bit ridiculous. Although thinking about it, the key would be wrapped in the card with my room number.
“Just stop,” I muttered. “I’m not in the mood for a lecture. Tomorrow you can lecture me all you want.”
He let out a frustrated breath before pulling me to the reception desk. I hurried to keep up with his long strides. A young woman with only eyes for Mark got me a new key card and canceled the previous missing card. The appreciative flutter of her eyelids at him irritated me. It was so difficult for me to find a boyfriend, and all he had to do was look in the direction of the opposite sex. It wasn’t fair.
“Thank you,” I muttered as I was about to take the new card, but Mark pocketed it. He gave the clerk a smile and thanked her.
He led me to the elevator.
“Give it to me.” I held out my hand to him. He was really starting to annoy me. I didn’t like to be bossed around by anyone, much lesshim.
He didn’t give me the key. Instead, he took my hand and pulled me into the elevator that arrived.
“I’ll see you to your room,” he insisted.
He was so like my brother at times. Taking control of a situation, even if it wasn’t needed.
“I can take care of myself,” I reminded him, pulling my hand from his.
He pushed the button for my floor before turning to face me.
“Yeah, like losing the key to your hotel room. It looks like you’re doing a great job.”
I crossed my arms. In the confined space of the elevator, it was difficult not to be taken with the magnetism that pulled myattention from wherever it was to him. Why couldn’t I feel this with someone else? Why did it have to be with him?
“Are you bored?” I shot back. “Running out of clients to protect?”
If he discovered what my ex had done to me, it would only confirm his already low opinion of my capability to look after myself. Not that I needed him to approve of anything.
CHAPTER TWO
I got that Mark cared, like my family did, but enough was enough.
He and my brother had both become bodyguards right out of high school, which had led them to opening a security business. My brother’s last job had been to protect his now fiancée, Sarah. It had been his last assignment as a bodyguard. Now he ran the business from a nice office instead of being in the field. I didn’t know all the details of the jobs they worked on, but I knew Mark wasn’t currently assigned to one.
