Page 3 of Broken Daddy
And she proved that with her next question. “Sugar?”
He crossed his arms over his chest and did that weird thing where he looked everywhere but at her.
He was definitely a bodyguard. That was interesting.
Sondra looked like she had money. But a bodyguard had to cost a fortune. And it was only billionaires and movie stars that could afford one, right?
“Do I look like someone who has sugar?” he asked.
Eek.
Don’t. Do not. Just nod and put through the order.
But Devi once again proved that she was an idiot.
“It might sweeten you up.”
He just stared at her again.
Death. That was what was coming her way. She was going to die. It was in his eyes.
But at least they didn’t look so sad anymore.
Murderous, yes.
Sad, not so much.
Devi was going to count that as a win. At least her impending death wouldn’t be in vain.
Then he reached behind him and she stiffened.
Holy moly. What if he had a gun? Was he going to shoot her?
At least it will be over quick. You won’t suffer.
Really, it might be a relief.
Only . . . he pulled out his wallet.
Jeez, Devi, you’ve been watching way too many mafia movies. Of course he’s not going to shoot you. Why would he do that?
He gave her a curious look, his eyebrow rising. “You all right?”
Lord. How could his voice be so sexy? Slightly raspy and deep, it sent a shiver down her spine. She wondered what it would be like if he gave her orders in the bedroom with that voice?
Too much. She’d likely melt into a pile of goo.
Or she’d push him with some sass. That could be fun too. He looked like a guy who wouldn’t hesitate to establish his dominance.
She just hoped he wasn’t one of those assholes who put himself and his needs first. There were true Doms and then there were dickhead Doms.
Please don’t be a dickhead Dom.
That would totally ruin the fantasy.
Not that she’d ever find out. She barely knew him but he didn’t really invite people to get close. Before today, she hadn’t even been aware that he had a clue who she was.
The fact that he knew her name was mind-blowing.
