Page 130 of Lovers Like Us

Don’tengage.

“Oh my God, he’s hotter inperson.”

“Is that really him? Can he hearus?”

We step in direct line with thebar.

“Are you Maximoff Hale?” A blonde woman is about to cut us off, but I slyly move out of my path and step towards her. Causing her to stay put and blocking her from myclient.

“He gets that a lot,” I tell the woman as I walk backwards, towards Maximoff who never stops saunteringahead.

She checks me out. “Who are you?” she asks, but I’m already spinning around. Lengthening my stride, I’m beside Maximoff in a quicksecond.

I try to read his expression. “What?”

He blows on his cold hands. “At first I felt bad about not stopping for them, then I saw you dothat—”

“My job,” Idefine.

“—and now I want to fuck you,” he finishesstrongly.

My blood heats. “Can’t get enough of your bodyguard,” Itease.

He raises a middlefinger.

Okay, we need to reach this bus. Because all I want to do is wrap my arm around his shoulders. Warm his hands. Touchhim.

Most of the trek, we stay quiet, and he people-watches more than people watch him. The sleek black bus sits in the back of the VIPparking.

I greet the nightclub employees with a head-nod and curt wave. And we reach the bus doors. I unlock them, and we both climbon.

We stop cold in the firstlounge.

Hearing deepgroans.

High-pitched moans. All originating from the back. Second lounge door isshut.

“What the fuck,” Maximoffmutters.

“It might be Jane,” I say, but she never said Nate would be joining us inDallas.

“It can’t be. She’s with the girls.” Maximoff is already charging for the back.Shit.

I follow close and grab his shoulder, stopping him before he clasps the doorknob. “You don’t know who the fuck is behind that door,” I say lowly. It could be SFO, one of his cousins, or a stranger,his stalker, someone we haven’tvetted.

I pull him behindme.

Orgasmic wails pitch the air, loud as fuck. Most likely a girl. “Ahhhh!” she shrieks. Sounds like bad straightporn.

Not mything.

“Exactly,” Maximoff whispers, anger lancing his edged voice, “we don’t know who it is. We needto—”

“Iam. Backup.”

“Farrow—”

“What if it’s your sister?” I whisper. “You really want to walk in on Luna having sex? Let me save you from that.” I put a hand on hischest.