A Crazy Night

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Nathaniel lowered his gaze. Even through his shades, he could tell the woman’s fair skin was almost glowing.

Leaping up, Christina tried to snatch back the plug from him.

Nathaniel promptly raised his arm. Given the difference in their heights, all he had to do was hold the plug at an angle Christina could not reach.

“Don’t push it, Mr. Bodyguard! I’m an adult, and I deserve the right to work up to whatever time I please.” Folding her arms, Christina glared at him with wide, unblinking eyes.

I am not a child. Why should I abide by set hours?

Nathaniel hesitated upon hearing her words but still insisted that she took a break after giving it some thought.

She has been up since dawn working without any breaks. It is now midnight, and she still wants to keep going. Even worse, it’s for Yosef’s studio. If I had known, I would have bought that damned studio and decimated it on the spot. That way, Christina wouldn’t have anything to meddle in.

Christina folded her arms. Her beady gaze remained fixed on him, a hint of anger flitting across it. “Consider this your last warning to give it back, or I’m going to be nasty.”

She looked like a kitten rearing to strike. As she did not look the least bit threatening, Nathaniel was unaffected.

Christina became completely enraged at his nonchalance.

Lunging suddenly, she bit the back of Nathaniel’s hand and glared at him. “Give it to me.”

His brows creased. The kitten even knows how to bite when angered.

He gazed down at Christina. Though she bit down as hard as she could, it felt like the sting of an ant.

Christina was still intent on retrieving the plug. When he did not look as if he was going to cooperate, she clamped down harder.

She thought he would relent, but a warm, gentle palm stroked her head. He ran his scorching fingertips through her hair like one would caress a beloved pet.

Starting off as the aggressor, Christina suddenly found herself his captive.

Hold on. What happened?

She blinked. Upon regaining her senses, she jumped away as if she was electrocuted before fixing him with a wary glare. What did he just do? Did he treat me like a child?

Nathaniel had forgotten who he was supposed to be; he could not help touching her when he noticed how charmingly innocent she looked.

“I’m going back to bed.”

Without another word, Christina bolted.

She ran into the bedroom and flipped the lock shut with a deft flick of her wrist.

Then, she threw the covers over herself, feeling most annoyed.

The following day, Nathaniel brought breakfast and set it down on the desk in the office. He gently rapped on the table by way of alerting Christina, who was still working furiously.

A knock came from the door, and Nathaniel strode over to open it.

Dressed in a black, breezy–looking dress, Ginny was holding some scrumptious breakfast in her hands. “Have you had breakfast, Mr. Bodyguard?” she asked pointedly.

Nathaniel grimaced at the overwhelming scent of her perfume. He took several steps backward, shook his head, and turned back into the room.

Ginny’s smile froze on her face. She felt as if her enthusiasm had been rudely doused. However, it did not ‘extinguish despite his indifference.