The Bodyguard by Christy Tillery French

Author:Christy Tillery French [French, Christy Tillery]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance
Publisher: L&L Dreamspell
Published: 2011-06-03T00:00:00+00:00

At his car, Striker opened the door, then regarded her. “I’m curious about something.”

Natasha gave him a pained look. “Please, don’t ask me anymore about it.”

“No, I’m respecting that. I was wondering if you meant everything you said to Roger.”

Natasha frowned as if she didn’t understand.

“You insinuated you had thought about letting yourself fall in love with him.”

“I don’t lie, Striker.”

He drew back, shocked.

“I could probably be happy with him. He’s a great guy, very sweet and sensitive, a lot of fun, plus smart as hell. You’d never know he’s a rich man as unpretentious as he is, and I really respect that in him.”

Striker wondered if she considered him pretentious. He hoped not.

Natasha smiled a little. “To be honest, I could get real used to living this kind of lifestyle. I think I’d be, well, very comfortable with Roger.” She gave him a look he couldn’t read.

“But?”

“But right now, I don’t think I’m ready for comfortable. Not yet.”

Striker nodded, glad to hear that.

Natasha looked away from him. “So, how much did you see?” she said in a low voice.

“See?”

“You know, when you turned on the lights.” She looked back at him and seemed embarrassed. “You didn’t really see me naked, right? I mean, I was under the water, in the deep end, pretty far away.”

Striker resisted the urge to smile, thinking he had gotten a good enough glimpse to know he liked what he saw.

“Water distorts things, you know. Makes some things look larger than they actually are, others smaller.”

He grinned at her. “Yeah?”

Natasha gave him an exasperated look.

“I didn’t see anything,” he lied.

The relief was evident on her face. She reached out and touched his arm. “Thanks, Striker. Thanks for listening. I think you’ve managed to help me in some way.”

Striker brought her hand up to his mouth and grazed her fingers with his lips. “Take care of yourself, Natasha. You scare me sometimes with your reckless ways.”

She nodded.

He climbed in his vehicle, but before he shut the door, said, “Oh, by the way, tomorrow you get the reprimand you missed tonight.”

“Shoot.” She caught his grin when she looked back at him.

Striker motioned for her to go inside. She turned and waved at the door.

Natasha walked into the house with a beaming smile on her face, studying her fingers, which still tingled from where Striker’s lips kissed them. She heard voices from the kitchen and remembered Pit and Bigun were mad at her because she had gotten them in trouble. She sniffed her running nose, knew her eyes were all red and swollen. Okay, she knew how to get them to feel better toward her.

Entering the kitchen, she looked at them long enough so they would see her tear-streaked, puffy face. She used a paper towel to wipe at her nose, then approached the table, where they sat, eating, of course.

“I’m sorry, guys. That was all my fault, and I’m so sorry I got you in trouble with Striker,” Natasha said, acting as if she were on the verge of crying.

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