The Bodyguards Sweetheart

CHAPTER SEVEN

      OH, HELL, SAVE ME.
Rian loved women of all shapes and sizes but CoCo had a body that made him forget about all others. And she was using it against him. There was only one way to handle the situation and it was with swift action. He rose from the bed and scooped up the towel, going straight to her with purpose while she backed away, smiling in a way that made his groin tighten, but he wasn’t going to let his dick run the show. He tried to keep his gaze on her face but, damn, he was only human, and those breasts were something of a national treasure.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Seen ’em before,” he said evenly, impressed that he was able to keep his voice calm. “It’s not like you haven’t put them on display before.” Then he roughly wrapped the towel around her, relieved as hell when he could no longer see those luscious pink nipples pointing straight at him, begging him to suck and nip. God help him, he was only human. “That’s not going to work on me, CoCo,” he told her, and she just laughed because she didn’t believe him. Who could blame her? He was practically pinning her to the wall with his boner. “Now get dressed and don’t do that again.”

“Well, I suppose we could stay in...” CoCo said suggestively and his jaw tightened. “What? Did you take a vow of celibacy like a Tibetan monk?”

“No. I just don’t mess around with clients.”

“Hmm, well, that sounds terribly boring. Fine, then, if we’re not going to mess around, as you put it, then I’m going back to my original plan. I’m going out.”

“You’re staying put. You can watch some boob tube.” The moment the careless words fell from his mouth he cringed. He couldn’t have picked a sorrier choice of words given the fact that he’d just gotten an eyeful of the most amazing breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. Now she was going to think he was obsessed with her boobs. Even if he was, that was private information and not something he was likely to come out and admit. “You know what I mean,” he said, gesturing to the old television. He wasn’t even sure it worked. Please, God, let there be cable.

“Sorry, not a big boob tube fan,” she said with a saucy grin. “I’m going out. You can either come or stay. Your choice but I am not staying in this hovel a minute longer than I have to.”

He started to shoot her down but she dropped that damn towel again and he lost all the thoughts in his head. He glared as she scooped up her clothes and returned to the bathroom, knowing full well she was giving him a long, hard look at her ass, and then shut the door with barely contained laughter.

That woman, he was fairly certain, was made by the devil to tempt him into throwing away his career.

And right now, he was having a hard time remembering why he made it a rule to never sleep with clients.

Because at the moment...staying in and getting to know each other a helluva lot better was beginning to have a ton of appeal.

That was a problem.

“Fine!” he bit out. “But only for a little while. We’re not staying out late, you hear me?”

“We’ll stay out for as long as I want.”

“You’re really pushing my buttons, princess,” he snarled and she laughed because she already knew there was nothing he could do about it. He had no doubt that if he refused her demand to go out, she’d make his life miserable by trying to seduce him, and in the current state he was in, she damn well might succeed, so he had no choice but to take her out.

Well, this was a fine mess.

How in the hell had CoCo gotten the upper hand in this? He shifted his hips to adjust the raging erection in his pants and he smothered a groan. He looked down at the bulge and muttered, “Yeah, it’s all your fault. Thanks a lot.”