Page 32 of Killer Notes
“Why? Is it that small?”Take that.
One blond eyebrow hikes up and a wry smile slowly creeps across his face. “Want a taste? And a closer look to see how small it is?”
“Um, no.”Yes, please.“And please stop stalking around here like a damn ninja.”
“That’s my job.”
“Don’t you have to go check the perimeter or something?” I turn away, hiding my embarrassment and annoyance, and yeah, my dick, too.
I scoot to the stove and set the frying pan on top of the burner a little harder than I intended to.
“Why do you want me to leave, Danny? Afraid I might see something you’re trying to hide?” His voice drops an octave, deep and throaty…
Now I’m thinking about getting on my knees and blowing—Damn it, Danny. No messing with the bodyguard.
I don’t look back at him when I say, “I have nothing to hide.”
“Are you sure about that?”
I huff out a laugh, “Yes.”Is he flirting with me?
“Tell me about Siles Barrett.” His accusatory statement lands a blow to my solar plexus.
Taking in a shaking breath, I slowly turn around, all the flirty banter gone. “He’s the old band manager. Why?”
“I know he was. But why didn’t I know he was also your lover?” Tobias asks, the accusation feeling like a sharp slap across my face.
“Ex-lover,” I spit out. “And why does that matter?” I counter with firm resolve.
His indignant scowl scores right through me. Now he thinks I’m hiding something damning, which draws up my hackles.
“In order to keep you safe, we need to know all the details of your life. Including any past and current lovers. That last fact was not in the file I received about you, which leads me to believe youarehiding something,” he says, stepping into my space.
I swallow hard, but I’m not going to be intimidated by this guy. “I’m not hiding anything about Siles. But if I am, that’s none of your fucking business.”
The truth is, I am.
I’m hiding my shame. The last thing I want Tobias to find out is that I was beaten by my then-boyfriend and it took the entire band to get me out of that terrible relationship.
“Where your life is concerned, it is, Danny. I was hired to protect you. And in doing so, I need all the facts of your life. I don’t care if you fucked every guy you’ve met. But I need to know every person you knew that you had issues with. I need to know those details to make sure they aren’t after you now.” He leans in, until only a few inches separate us. “Got me?”
“All you are is my bodyguard, not my warden. You’re here to protect me from a lunatic stalker. Not my past lovers, who have nothing to do with what’s going on right now. I’m sure of it. I don’t care what you think of me. And for your information, I’m no whore. I don’t fuck around with anyone. Ever,” I shout in his face.
Saint’s whining, but I’m too riled up and focused on the angry man before me.
Tobias briskly closes the gap between us. Our chests touch, and our faces are so close that I can smell the mint from his toothpaste. I also can’t decipher if it’s my heart or his that’s pumping erratically.
Tobias’s nostrils flare and there’s hellfire blazing in his eyes, making them more green than amber.
For the first time, I’m afraid of him. I want to step back, but I don’t. My stubbornness won’t let me.
“Let me tell you, princess. I don’t give a fuck what you think of me, either. I’m only here to saveyourass. So when I want to know something, you’ll tell me everything.Got me?”
Barely a breath separates our lips, and for a brief moment, I want to close the gap and taste his angry sneer.
Tobias’s eyes drop to my lips, and I see a flash of hunger. I’m momentarily taken aback, and right then I want to drop down, rip his pants open and show him what he’s missing.
Instead, I restrain myself and step back, needing the distance to breathe and clear my head. With the tube of gloss in my hand, I put on a good layer of tutti-fruity on my lips.