My idea for a bodyguard is 100% Penelope approved.
But somehow hiring a bodyguard turns into Logan showing up at Penelope’s door at two in the afternoon, while she’s still sleeping off her night shift shenanigans.
He looms in the doorway like he owns it, but doesn’t step inside. Small courtesies, I guess.
"Why are you here?"
My question is rude as hell, but to be fair, the guy’s got me knocked off kilter with all his wafting pheromones again.
The man is oozing sex, and every part of my body is clamoring for me to jump his bones. I was not prepared to fight off a blast of pheromones, so my brain’s mildly short-circuited.
"Penelope said you wanted to go back up the mountain. I’m here to keep you off it."
Damn her.
"I don’t need your permission."
"Yes, you do."
"No, I really don’t."
"Yes," he says, leaning down until his nose brushes against mine. For some reason, my panties want to flood from that action alone. "You really, really do, Miss d’Armand."
Ooh. Pulling out my last name. The way that tingles down my—
No. No, no. Stupid, horny Nicole needs to shut up and back off.
I step back once. Twice. No, let’s go with three times. The more space between us, the better. I need some fresh air, not lungs full of his charismatic sexiness.
"You shouldn’t be here. If you really want to stay on the case, you need to..." My voice falters as he steps forward and reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.
"I need to...?" he prompts.
"You need to, um, stay away from me. Not cause more conflict of interest."
"Yes, that would be important." He runs his fingers down the strand of hair, lifting it to his lips in a gentle kiss. "But I can’t just let my mate run off and try to kill herself, now can I?"
"I’m not your mate." The automatic denial comes to my lips without thought, and I tug my hair out of his grasp with a nervous laugh. "Besides, I’m not trying to kill myself. There was an unfortunate accent. It isn’t like someone tried to assassinate me."
"The mountain is dangerous lately." Dropping his more flirtatious demeanor, Logan straightens with a grim look on his face. "We still haven’t found the panther shifter you spoke of, or any other evidence of a dragon-like creature. I don’t really want you going up there on your own."
"I wasn’t going to go on my own." Well, I was kind of considering it at one point, but he doesn’t need to know that. "I’m going to hire a bodyguard."
"Ah. Well, you’re in great luck. I happen to be a phenomenal bodyguard."
I take a few more steps back, my heart racing as Logan continues to close the gap between us. The air feels thick with tension, and I struggle to keep my thoughts coherent.
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