Sleeping with my bodyguard
My eyes fluttered shut as the flavor hit.
“Oh my god,” I groaned. “This is so good. There’s vanilla… milk… and something else I can’t quite place.”
Rio gave the tiniest smile.
“You’re seriously not eating?” I asked, glancing at the untouched plate across from me.
“I’m fine, thank you,” he said, his voice low and smooth as always.
He just sat there watching me eat like it was his job. Maybe it was his job. Still, it was weird.
Or maybe I was the weird one. Who knows?
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