My Bodyguard’s Forbidden Trespasses.
Yet, a dark, desperate part of me wanted him to keep going.
Rather than think about that, I wrote, channelling every ounce of frustration I felt into the manuscript. My female lead wasn’t just desperate anymore. She was in control, and she knew exactly what she wanted.
And what she wanted was the man who’d been watching her.
Two hours and fifteen new pages later, my phone rang again. I checked, narrowed my eyes at the unfamiliar contact, and then picked up.
“What the hell do you want?” I snapped.
“Daisy Macklin?”