Escort.
Bad boy.
I didn’t come from the wrong side of the tracks. I was the wrong side. Every clichΓ© you could think of, my family embraced. The only advantage I had was being the best-looking out of all my brothers. Except when I joined the Marines, looks didn’t count for shit downrange.
I wasn’t active duty anymore, and working for the best personal security firm in the business, my looks were getting me in more trouble than they were worth. I just didn’t realize how much trouble until a princess from a country I’d never heard of asked for me by name. Her request was simple—me, my gun, and an art opening. But she recklessly failed to mention one crucial part of the assignment… pretend to be her new fiancΓ©.
Now she was about to find out how reckless a bodyguard could be.
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I moved protectively in front of her and hit the garage level button. “Why did you request me? The truth.” I looked over my shoulder at her.
Staring straight ahead, she said nothing.
I hit the stop button with the side of my fist, and the elevator went still.
Her eyes went wide, with fear, with shock, I couldn’t tell.
Her voice pitched higher. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting.” Crossing my arms, I turned to face her.
She glanced at my biceps. “For what?”
“Your answer.”
“Mr. Ty—”
“Just Tyler,” I corrected, stepping into her personal space.
A tremor went up her spine, and she moved her purse to clutch it in front of her.
“You’re afraid of something. What is it?”
Her princess-perfect manners cracked. “I’m not afraid,” she snapped. “And there’s nothing specific as to why I chose Luna and Associates other than your video showed up when I googled security firms. You looked like you could fit in with an art crowd without standing out as being obviously hired security, so here I am.”
“Fit in?” I still wasn’t buying it.
Her gaze darting everywhere but at me, she wouldn’t make eye contact. “Young, not old.”
“I’m older than you, sweetheart. Try again.”
She exhaled. “Attractive.”
I lowered my voice. “Do you know one of the first tells of a lie?”
She still didn’t look at me. “I am not lying.”
I tipped her chin and waited until her gorgeous eyes met mine. “No eye contact.”
Staring straight ahead, she said nothing.
I hit the stop button with the side of my fist, and the elevator went still.
Her eyes went wide, with fear, with shock, I couldn’t tell.
Her voice pitched higher. “What are you doing?”
“Waiting.” Crossing my arms, I turned to face her.
She glanced at my biceps. “For what?”
“Your answer.”
“Mr. Ty—”
“Just Tyler,” I corrected, stepping into her personal space.
A tremor went up her spine, and she moved her purse to clutch it in front of her.
“You’re afraid of something. What is it?”
Her princess-perfect manners cracked. “I’m not afraid,” she snapped. “And there’s nothing specific as to why I chose Luna and Associates other than your video showed up when I googled security firms. You looked like you could fit in with an art crowd without standing out as being obviously hired security, so here I am.”
“Fit in?” I still wasn’t buying it.
Her gaze darting everywhere but at me, she wouldn’t make eye contact. “Young, not old.”
“I’m older than you, sweetheart. Try again.”
She exhaled. “Attractive.”
I lowered my voice. “Do you know one of the first tells of a lie?”
She still didn’t look at me. “I am not lying.”
I tipped her chin and waited until her gorgeous eyes met mine. “No eye contact.”
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