Strip, Miss Hot Bodyguard!
My brain short circuited for a second.
“I’m the best assassin bodyguard in Baltimore,” she said, tilting her head with a slow, predatory smile that made my stomach flip. “Your dad paid top dollar for me to babysit his spoiled little prince. He mentioned you’ve got about fifty days left here before you head back to whatever trust fund paradise he’s got planned. So until then…”
She stepped closer, invading my space until I could smell that intoxicating gun oil, and her skin.
“…you’re my property now, Kai. You’re mine to watch over. Twenty four seven. No wandering off, no stupid risks, and definitely no more awkward boners on my bike unless I say so.”
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