“So.” She sniffs. “You are a bodyguard. I was right about that much.”
“Today, I am a real bodyguard. Not one in a movie. Yours, as it turns out.”
“Today?” Now I think she’s trying to hold the edge of scorn in her own voice back. “Are you a man of many talents?” She looks me up and down.
My eyes narrow. “I expect your daddy told you all you need to know.” And I’m wondering what he did tell her. Still, it doesn’t matter to me. I just have to get through however long this is going to be.
“He didn’t warn me I’d fall head over heels in hate at first sight.”
“You’re too sweet. But I hate you more.”
She takes another look at me from head to toe. “At least you’re going to make me look good. Although I’m starting to think there’s nobody in this town I would ever care about impressing.”
Still holding her phone out to her, I think, Man, you are going to be hard work.
She reaches out to snatch the phone back. My fingers touch her palm and a flash pounds through me. A liquid electric cascade shakes me, plunging from above my head to the depth of the Earth.
She seems to pause, frozen for a fraction of an instant. Then she blinks. “Tell me where the interesting people go in this kiddie-colored hell-hole.”
“Define ‘interesting’?”
“Sexy, rich, beautiful, and fun. And preferably famous.”
“They go lots of different places. Some to private gaming rooms, some to VIP bars and private or invitation-only clubs. Or they go to parties.”
“Okay. Take me to a party.”
She turns to reach for her drink. As her body twists, her ass brushes against my cock. It inflates, like it’s been breathed on by an angel. And she turns back, slower. Her eyelashes make a make slow, exaggerated bat. The pulse in my cock is a hard ache.
I clear my throat. “You must have misheard me. I said I was your bodyguard. Not your tour-guide.”
Lily is upset when I tell her that, most of the places she would want to be, she can’t flash her camera around. She worries about her ‘feed.’
She pouts prettily. “It’s not like that in L.A.”
I don’t believe her. But I let it go, and tell her, “You want to be with the beautiful people, exciting crowds of the rich and glamorous at play?”
She nods.
I explain, “Entertainers, performers, dancers here, they’re already in the public eye. Being seen and photographed is business for them. It’s work. If they come out to a club or a party, they want to let their hair down.”
She frowns.
I ask her, “That’s your life goal? Selfies?”
“I would need to know you a lot better before I told you that.”
I tell her, “Okay. FYI, anywhere they let you wave a camera in this town, that’s not where you want to be.”
She brightens. “Take me to the places where you go.”
“Lily,” I almost don’t have the heart to say it, “being seen with someone whose business is being seen is definitely not for me.” It’s like telling a little girl she can’t have an ice-cream. Doesn’t matter how much she’s been screaming and wailing and making your life hell, it still twists your heart.
She sniffs.
Then she lifts her phone and turns her back to make a call. As she does it, she very deliberately rubs her ass against me.
I try hard not to like it.
Chapter Five
Lily
With my back to desert boy and my voice low, I instruct Bruno, my driver, to find me a strip club. “Find the best and most outrageous bar in this town.”
Unfazed, Bruno asks, “Men strippers, women, or trans, ma’am?”
Grinding my ass gently against his cock is supposed to be throwing him off his game. It can’t be having much more of an effect on him than it is on me, though. If I grind slower, it turns me on more. So I grind faster, and it turns me on more. Then I stop still and just press, and that makes me so hot I’m afraid I’m going to lose it.
If I got him on a dance floor, I could twerk hard on that stiff bulge. The unexpected thought makes me gasp. I would come in no time.
I swallow before I tell Bruno, “All of ’em.”
If that doesn’t shake desert boy’s stony face, I don’t know what will. I have to take a moment to try and cool down. When I turn, his eyes are a firestorm.
I even think about making him ride up front with Bruno. I hate him. And it would serve him right.
He’s pretty inspiring to look at, though. Facing me in the limo, it’s like riding with a movie star. Bigger than life and twice as hot. And so unimpressed.
I wait for him to ask where we’re going. But he doesn’t. Well, it can be a surprise.