A Bodyguard For The Misogynist
“…If you have any problem with that, then that’s your problem, not mine.”
His eyes narrowed, and for a moment, the storm inside him shifted. He tilted his head slightly, considering my words. “I see,” he murmured, voice low, calculating. “I’ll be the one you’ll be bodyguarding.”
Shock hit me like a physical blow. I stumbled back slightly, my mind spinning. He caught me by the waist, holding me with a familiarity that shouldn’t have existed. But there was no disgust, no hesitation in him as he held me. Confusion and old memories stirred uncomfortably inside me.