Page 3 of Bodyguard Daddy

Her eyes look to mine as she strokes the side of my face with a delicate hand. There’s an awkward beat when she pushes herself up onto her toes for a kiss, and to help her save face, I give her what she wants.

A simple kiss.

It starts slowly but builds as my tongue slips between her lips, tasting her mouth, and desire ignites between us. By the time we pull apart, we’re alone in the alley with Lilibet nowhere in sight and the door heading back into the club slammed shut.

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Ican’t stand Lilibet Samuels. Just because our fathers campaign together, she takes it upon herself to pretend to be my friend. I can never tell if she’s being genuine, clamoring for what I have, or just putting on a really good show for the voters.

What do I have right now?

Collin Conyers is gripping me by the waist as his tongue slips out of my mouth, breaking away from our kiss and leaving me wanting more. My body reacts to him in ways I never knew it could. He wants me, but who is he?

My bodyguard? Don’t need one of those.

I don’t care if he calls the President of the United States and POTUS himself says I need protection. The only protection I’m interested in is, well, none, because even sexually, I’m a virgin, so no protection is needed.

When Collin backs away from me, I almost forget I’m mad at him. He’s been following me for the past 24 hours. I should have called him out before, but risking the embarrassment of being wrong gives me anxiety, even now. Hearing Bjorn confirm he hired Collin doesn’t make me feel any better because why wasn’t I told?

Alone in an alley at nearly one in the morning, Collin stands about eight inches above my 5’4 height. The square line of his jaw with a five o’clock shadow of dark brown stubble made his kiss rugged and alluring. I want to feel his mouth all over me, but then I remember.

“I just want to know why you’ve been stalking me.”

He narrows his gaze, sexy and brooding, as he asks, “Didn’t you just speak to your father? It’s not stalking if I’m here to protect you.”

The audacity of this guy. “Don’t you think it’s essential to your job and my overall well-being that youtellme I have a bodyguard?”

He shrugs, with his eyes continuously scanning the alley before he holds his hand out to me, saying, “Miss Girard, please come with me. I’d rather not have this discussion in an alley.”

Frustration builds, wrapping my arms around myself as I follow the tall man claiming to be my bodyguard. I know Bjorn says he’s supposed to be following me, but that doesn’t make me any less hesitant. “I just want to know what is going on that’s so secretive Bjorn couldn't tell me he’s increasing security. What about my apartment?”

He leads me to the sidewalk, where the bouncer simply nods at him and smirks at me. Collin growls as he puts himself between me and the bouncer’s gaze as he says, “We can go back to your place, or I have a safe house where we can go if things get out of control.”

“How out of control is this situation?” I want to act like this is a surprise, but the way Bjorn maneuvers around Carson City, pissing folks off at every turn, I’m wondering why now?

Collin ignores my question and signals for a taxi that’s obviously waiting for the club to close at two. There’s a line of drivers and cars waiting to chariot drunken partygoers home. When one pulls up to the curb, I stop him from ushering me inside as I pivot to head back toward the booming bass of the nightclub.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks.

His tone is demanding and compelling me to respond. “I have to tell my friends that I’m being kidnapped and dragged away by my personal security guard.”

“Call or text them. I don’t want to fight through that crowd again.”

One last look over my shoulder at the people beginning to file out tells me it’s not worth fighting through the moving bodies to find my two classmates. I want to consider them friends, but everyone does the same thing when it comes to hanging out with me. They allow me to take the lead and show them a good time.

Bjorn’s political career has its perks, especially around a college town with a dozen nightclubs that cater to bored students looking to let their hair down. The only issue is, for once, I want someone to look after me.

I pull out my phone to text them I’m leaving. But, seeing that it’s been about 40 minutes since I left and they’re not looking for me, I know it’s pointless. I slip my phone back into my bag and turn to Collin. “Let’s just go.”

Collin opens the door of the taxi that’s patiently waiting for us, and I slide into the back seat. At least he’s a gentleman and easy on the eyes.

He’s more than easy. There’s a quiet danger about him that pulls me in close because hecankeep me safe. I don’t want to admit how comfortable I am with Collin after I gave him all that shit just getting in this taxi. Oh, and there’s plenty of shit left to give because Bjorn is deciding things about my life without my input again.

“Is the money good?” I ask Collin.

The driver’s eyes cut to us in the rearview mirror. Collin simply shakes his head from side to side, but I’m not sure how to take that.

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