Page 5 of Bodyguard Book Boyfriend

He’s never been seen this candidly, and I like it. I guess it’s his job to fade into the background, but his gorgeous face is definitely worthy of being in front. Grant Ford is definitely my type.

I’m still lusting over my perfect match when a message notification pops up on the app. I smile, giddiness taking over. I haven’t felt this excited in a long time.

Hi, I’m Grant Ford. How are you?

Hi Grant, I’m Tarae Green. I’m great now that I’ve matched with you ;)

I hit send before I can second-guess my horrible flirting. I’ve never been the sexting type, but I’m willing to continue to step outside my comfort zone. I’ve never used a dating service either, so I might as well get all my“I nevers” out of the way.

A few bubbles pop up before disappearing, and I start to doubt my response. Maybe my answer was too corny. I’ve been out of the dating game for two years, and Mark is the one who slid into my DM’s.

“If he doesn’t like your flirting, it’s his loss.”

Giving myself a pep talk is the only way I can keep from overthinking and stressing out. I know I’m a catch, and I have a lot to offer, but these last couple of months have been hell on my confidence and ego.

I say months because Mark had started to treat me badly before the story broke of him cheating. I should’ve seen the red flags, but I was trying to be a ride-or-die and stand by my man. I learned my lesson with that shit. I won’t ride-and-die for not nan other man. Loyalty is reciprocal, and if a man can’t ride for me, then he can ride by himself.

Can I call you? I’m not too good at all this texting stuff. I understand if it’s too soon, but I would love to hear if your voice is as beautiful as your profile pictures.

I melt into a puddle of heart eyes and butterflies before I shake my head and frown. I have to snap out of it. A couple of sweet words is how I got bamboozled by a narcissistic professional athlete. I have to keep my eyes open, but I will give Grant a chance.

Sure, hopefully, your voice is as sexy as your profile pictures…

I can’t help but flirt as I send my number to Grant. I know that with all the paperwork, STD screens, and background checks I had to go through, Grant is safe. There’s no wayany creep could get past the screening process that the Book Boyfriend Agency has.

It doesn’t take a full five minutes before my phone rings, and my face breaks into a glorious smile. A giggle escapes before I take a deep breath and answer.

“Hello?”

“Damn, I was right. Your voice is gonna be my favorite thing to hear,” the deep rumble tickles my ears, and I know I’m a goner.

Chapter Four

GRANT

After hearing her sexy, husky voice, I was a goner. Tarae Green was mine from the time I laid eyes on her profile picture. I wouldn’t call myself a romantic sort or even a believer in love at first sight, but the way her brown eyes called to me through the screen… was simply mesmerizing.

I knew I had to know this woman. She needed to be in my life, and I wanted to know everything about her. It wasn’t a second thought for me to swipe right. I was relieved when she let me call her. I hadn’t been on any dating sites before, so I didn’t know the proper way to approach in-person meet-ups.

But this wasn’t your run-of-the-mill dating site, and the matches that were sent to my account were specifically for me. Although all of the women that I matched with were technically my type, Tarae was above and beyond what I wanted in a woman.

I felt it in my soul, but hearing her voice sealed the deal for me in every way. We talked a few more times before we decided to meet, and our conversations were always easy. I looked forward to seeing her name light up on my phone.

Now, walking into this upscale restaurant, I have to admit that I’m a little nervous. And nothing makes me nervous. I’m the man of steel when it comes to nerves.

I have a lot of experience in dangerous situations, which is why I didn’t hesitate when I found a live bomb at the concert. My training kicked in, and I did what was natural to me. The praise the media placed on me wasn’t unwarranted, but it took Honey’s PR team so my name wouldn’t officially be released to the public. However, in the age of social media, my image is everywhere. It couldn’t be helped, but it is what it is. I just hope my newfound fame won’t get in the way of my newfound dating life.

When I approach the hostess stand, I see a shapely woman with with the smoothest skin I’ve ever seen. It looks soft to the touch, and the pretty shade of brown is the same color as her hypnotic eyes.

I peruse her voluptuous body slowly. She’s wearing a fitted black boat neck dress that skims her curves just right. The shoes she’s wearing have to be at least four inches and she still only stands about five-seven. Her shoulder-length jet-black hair is in waves that surrounds her face. Tarae Green is officially one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Tarae?” I call her name to get her attention.

She looks up at me, and her face lights up with recognition before she smiles. I have to stop myself from gathering her in my arms and kissing her breathless. I have to remind myself that we’ve only had a few conversations, and this is our first time meeting. We’re strangers, no matter how strong the connection may be.

“Grant? Oh, thank goodness!” Tarae tip toes and pulls me into a hug.

I wrap my arms around her and pull her even closer as I inhale her sweet scent. Even though she’s a tiny little thing compared to my six-six height, she fits perfectly.