23. Tantrum

Aiden called his bodyguard. Karen didn’t even know he had one. And where the fuck was this bodyguard of his when he had been fighting for his life?

Stop worrying about him, she told herself inwardly. He broke your trust. He didn’t believe in you.

He also protected you with his life, her inner slut purred. And good god did he look good doing that.

Karen had to shake her head to get it out of the gutter.

Although she could admit that he did look good, that didn’t necessarily mean she was attracted to him, did it?

“Are you okay?” He asked her for what seemed like the tenth time since he had ended the fight.

From where he was standing, right next to the driver’s door, his privates well covered, he was titling his head in a quizzical manner.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” She retorted, rolling her eyes.

She had always been a little bit squeamish, and had never tolerated violence – which was a bit ir