Page 93 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door

I pushed back from the desk. “Let's get to it.”

The sober curious movement meant more people were asking for non-alcoholic drinks, which I was all in favor of, so I requested a taste test. Since I couldn't taste test our cocktails, it was a nice change of pace.

My team set up a table for me and I rubbed my hands together as my head mixologist came out from behind the bar with the first drink.

“We need to set up an additional tasting with some key customers.” I rattled off a short list of regulars who often ordered mocktails. The mockjito I tried the other day had been fabulous, and I was thrilled to try some more.

Then my phone chimed.

Beck

I had to Google the details for the gala.

I stifled a laugh as the message popped on my screen. Setting my glass down, I considered my reply.

Luna

Oh, yeah, and did you find the info you were looking for?

Beck

Obviously. But it should have come from you.

Luna

I told you you're my date.

Beck:

And yet gave me no details.

Beck

You realize I need to get my suit dry cleaned.

Luna

That seems like a you problem.

Beck

Luna

Luna

Beck

Beck

You drive me ducking nuts sometimes.

Beck

Ducking not ducking.

Beck

Ducking auto correct.