Dirty Love (Forbidden Bodyguards #3) by Ainsley Booth

Author:Ainsley Booth [Booth, Ainsley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B01MSM074W
Published: 2017-02-14T05:00:00+00:00

—twenty-one—

Tabitha

When I wake up, it’s dark outside and Wilson is awake, working at the desk. He has two laptops open.

In the glow of the screens, he looks serious. Intent.

I don’t say anything, but it doesn’t take him long to realize I’m awake and looking at him. He glances over. “You’re awake.”

“So are you.”

“Did I wake you? I don’t sleep much.”

“No, it’s fine.” I stretch my arms above my head, then push myself up to a sitting position. “I’m kind of hungry?”

He points to the mini-fridge. “I went out and got some Japanese soba noodles, a green salad, grilled chicken, and some sticky dessert balls that smell like cherry blossoms.”

I crawl out of bed and check out the food. He bought enough to feed a small army. I assemble a plate for myself. “Do you want me to dish you up some as well?”

He waves his hand. “I’ll get some in a little bit, if that’s okay. I’m in the middle of something.”

So I sit cross-legged on the bed, naked, and eat while I watch him. He doesn’t seem distracted by the intense observation, either.

When I finish my midnight dinner, I go to the bathroom to wash up. There’s a new toothbrush next to the sink and a bottle of the Icelandic skin cream that I use, too. I could have just brought my stuff down from upstairs, or for that matter invited him to share my room with me, but there’s something about this that I get the sense Wilson needs. Like he’s providing for me.

I like it.

Nobody has ever really done that before. I have people on my payroll who do it because I compensate them extraordinarily well. But I need to tell them what I want, how I like things. Without a single prompt, Wilson got food that he knew I’d enjoy,

He’s still at the computer when I come out of the bathroom. I move to his side, and he holds out his arm, pulling me into his lap. He’s wearing boxer briefs and a fitted t-shirt that I want to strip off of him, but he’s working, so I resist the temptation to distract him with sex.

For now.

I peek at the screen. “Wow, there’s a lot going on in the middle of the night.”

He points at one corner, where three columns of what look like chatrooms are scrolling. “It’s not the middle of the night in Russia.” Then he points to a bigger black square in the middle. “And when the rest of America is sleeping is a good time for me to go peeking inside their systems.”

“That’s…”

“Creepy?” I can feel him smiling.

“Intense.” It really doesn’t feel creepy. I can feel his heartbeat where my arm is wrapped around his chest, and it’s slow and steady, although from the hints he’s given me, I think that’s more due to training than anything else. But it’s not creepy because he isn’t. I twist my head toward him so I can see his face. “Thank you for finding my face cream.

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