All Chapters of Tempting Her Bodyguard : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

RORY “Carter…” He shakes his head and makes a move to step around me, but I wrap my hand around his bicep, stopping him. He goes still as a statue. “Didn’t you listen to a thing I said? I don’t want you to avoid me.” He looks down at me with narrowed eyes filled with anger. “I have to. You’re my fucking client, Rory.” Frustration wells up inside me and I shove my hands into my hair, pulling on the strands. “Would you stop fucking bringing that up?” Carter actually ponders on this like it’s a serious question and not a rhetorical one. “Probably not,” he eventually says. The bloody conversation is pissing me off more than it is resolving anything and if that’s the case, then I’d rather not have it at all. It’s crazy because for a second back there, I’d thought we were making progress. Only for us to hit the same wall again, taking another path and still meeting the same road block. He just would

RORY There’s a spring in my step as I bound up the steps leading to my front door. I stop to grab the box of goodies waiting for me right next to my door before punching in the code and going in. Avery may not see it as much but Lord knows I have come to look forward to seeing these packages on my doorstep and after a long, tiring day of work, they’re the perfect way to end the day. Funny thing though, it feels like I ate them just yesterday even though I didn’t. I couldn’t have. Dropping the box on my kitchen counter, I place my bag and phone next to it and reach for a plate, taking out two slices of cake and an extra-large burger from the box. I carry my plate and go out into the living room where Carter is sitting on one of the sofas with his laptop on his thighs, a place I’d love to be right now. As it turns out, I’m not above getting jealous of non-living things. He doesn’t look up when I enter the li

CARTER "Have you noticed anything since you moved in?" After Spencer successfully managed to calm Rory until the latter went back to sleep—although that had more to do with the pain relievers in her system than him—he'd gestured for me to meet him in the waiting area, the frown lines on his face a dead giveaway as to what he wanted to talk about. Turns out I was right. I shake my head. "Nothing out of the ordinary." Which is why I'd begun to ask myself why he really hired me in the first place. I'd started to wonder if maybe Rory was right—that she isn't actually in danger and that her father is just being paranoid, and maybe the bullet that sailed past her head had really been nothing more than an ugly coincidence. That is, until today. "You've never caught anyone loitering outside the house?" He asks. "Never seen anyone watching her too closely? All the times she's been out, she's never ha

RORY The next few days are a blur of Carter following me everywhere around the house like a big, broody, sexy shadow and my father, Elaine and Avery constantly dropping by to confirm if I’m truly recovering as I claim and not just downplaying my situation to get them to stop making a fuss. I stopped taking my medication prescription last night and I feel like myself again, yet everyone insists I stay home for the remainder of the week so that Carter can monitor me for any lingering reactions. Just the thought of it is enough to have me rolling my eyes. My dad clearly has massive trust issues where I’m concerned because does he seriously believe I would lie about or try to downplay something as serious as my peanut allergy? With too much free time on my hands, I’ve resorted to making sketches of designs I’d love to see come to life. Most of the time, I sit in the living room with my head buried in my sketch

CARTERI’m leaning against the side of my Range, waiting for Rory to get her precious ice-cream while I keep an eye out for any potential threats because one never knows. She hadn’t been safe in her own fucking house for fucks sake, and she’s partly to blame for not letting me know that she’d seen someone in her yard. Although, knowing Rory, she probably saw someone but did everything possible to gaslight herself into believing she hadn’t seen anything. I wouldn’t put it past her. Good thing there are cameras everywhere in the house now. Her father has  also gone as far as installing a code on her front gate. A code only me, Rory, and her father are privy to which means no one, try as they might, can get into the house except we buzz them in. Asides  from going to work, we’ve basically been on lockdown, ordering in and spending as limited time outside as possible. It’s a sacrifice Rory has been forced to make since she’s refused to mo