Bodyguard
She stomped one heeled foot on the carpet like a four-year-old being denied candy.
Thank God Leo wasn’t like that as a kid, Sia said in a silent prayer.
“Look, Miss,” Julian said sternly. “I don’t know what I said or when I said it, but you really need to leave right now. The show is about to start, and you’re wasting both of our time.”
The girl, probably in her early twenties, closed her mouth and huffed at both of them before stomping over to her stall, back to an angry designer.
Hot Chapters