All Chapters of Tempting Her Bodyguard : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

RORY “So…” He draws out the word as he stares at me expectantly, his hand moving in soothing circles on my ass cheek as he rubs out the ache from where he spanked me. “What are we doing?” I glance around, unsure, as though the answer is just going to jump at me from nowhere. “We could watch a movie.” I’ve gone through so much trouble to get his undivided attention and now that he’s given it to me, I don’t know what to do with it. We’re inside the house, for fucks sake. What could we do, really? I’m racking my brain, trying to come up with something that doesn’t involve us staring at a TV screen for an hour plus but I keep coming up blank. “A movie?” He arches a brow in disbelief. “That’s what you wanna do?” “Do you have a better suggestion?” With a smirk, his eyes drop to my lips and his teeth sinks into his own bottom lip as he give

RORY The intercom crackles to life with a sharp ring, slashing through the air in the otherwise quiet room and snapping me out of the trance-like stare I’d been locked in with my couch as I scurry to my socked feet. Hurrying over to the intercom unit, I push the call button. I’m not entirely sure who I expected to be standing outside my gate but when Avery’s voice fills my living room, a confusing wave of disappointment and relief hits me smack in the gut. Carter is not coming back, Rory. He’s gone. The earlier you realize that, the better for you. I’d smack the voice in my head if it had a face. Some part of me acknowledges that she’s right, of course, but I don’t wanna hear it. “It’s the love of your life, baby, and I come bearing lots of chocolates to cry over!” Snorting, I press the button to open the gates and drag my feet over to the windows where I watch her Mercedes pull into my dr

RORY “Hey, girl.” I glance up from my computer to the face hovering above my work-station. It’s… I frown when I realize I can’t remember her name. We work on the same floor and we usually say hi to each other when we see but we’ve never been besties, so pardon my confusion. When I realize that I’ve been staring mutely at her long enough to come off as creepy, I force my lips to move. “Hey.” The word feels too much like there’s a question mark attached to it. To soften the delivery, I plaster on a fake smile and pray it doesn’t look as plastic as it feels. “I just wanted to know how you’re holding up.” She leans in, lowering her voice. “I mean, you know, with everything going on right now, it’s a miracle that you can still find the strength to come in here.” I don’t even have to wonder how she knows. It’s not exactly a secret anymore. Suffice to say, the entirety of Chicago is

CARTER I push my feet against the footplate, my calves and knees burning from the exertion. I’ve been going at it for far longer than I should, but then again that’s not any different from how it’s been with me at the gym these past couple of days. Adam appears above me. It’s no surprise I didn’t hear him coming with the loud music blasting into my ear drums. His lips move but I don’t hear a single word he says. Ignoring him, I go back to my leg presses, my breaths sawing in and out of my chest like I’m running a fucking marathon. Next thing I know, he bends down and yanks an AirPod out of my ear, putting it in his. “You seem to be hell-bent on giving yourself a heart attack,” he drawls, giving me an unimpressed look. “How’s that working out for you? Made any progress? Feeling the tightness in your chest yet?” Yeah, I feel the fucking tightness in my chest, all right. But it’s got nothing to

CARTER “I heard what happened, sir.” “That’s not what I asked.” He stabs his forefinger at me. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” The conversation between the man and the security team has halted and everyone is now looking in my direction, no doubt wondering who the hell I am to barge into the Spencer Tremaine’s residence. A muscle tics in my jaw when my eyes land on the asshole who had made Rory so uncomfortable, I’d had to step in. He’d been more than happy to move my things out of Rory’s place and I’d consoled myself with the bandage on his nose the entire time. Now, though, there’s another bandage to match the one on his nose. This one’s on his head and it cuts across his the right side of his head to his eyebrow. “How did he even get to know?” His tone now sounds more wondering than inquisitive as he turns the focus of