Page 23 of Guarding the Rock Star
“Elvis is dead,” Tasha reminded him.
“Or so they say,” was the cryptic answer.
Tasha and I shared a look. They were former CIA, I guess they’d know better than us.
“Oh, we also know Michael Jackson,” Yuri said.
“Also dead.”
I assumed that was true since there was no other commentary on that one.
“Ooh, and Taylor Swift,” Boris added.
“She’s still alive,” Tasha confirmed. “I was at a party with her a few months ago.”
Boris stopped dead in his tracks, his round face visibly excited. “You know Taylor?” he asked.
“Yes,” Tasha said. “Not particularly well, but enough that we’d say hi if we ran into each other at a restaurant or something.”
Boris was vibrating with excitement now. “Does she have a mate?”
Tasha frowned. “You mean, like a boyfriend?”
“Yes.”
“I think she’s dating a football player now,” Tasha told him. “But they’re not married or anything, at least as far as I know.
Yuri looked sad as his gaze swung towards his brother. “We will never find our mates and now Taylor is unavailable.”
I patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, buddy, you’ve got everyone at Sapphic Security on the lookout for mates for you guys. If they’re out there, we’ll find them.”
Boris pulled me into a side hug. “You are all very nice, even if, how do you say it? You don’t play a team.”
“Play for your team,” I corrected. “Some of my coworkers are bisexual, but I think they are all spoken for.”
“Ah too bad.”
It really was too bad the bears were all single. They would make some female very happy someday. Or maybe a male.
After giving the guys the lay of the land, we headed inside to strategize. It took every ounce of willpower I had to keep myself from daydreaming about what had happened in the dining room earlier. Seeing Tasha spread out on the table, her sweet pussy dripping with arousal just for me, it had practically undone me. I was shocked that I’d had the strength to stop when I did.
But I was here to do a job, I reminded myself. I needed to focus on catching Tasha’s stalker.
I opened my laptop and hooked it to a mini projector so I could share my screen with the guys. One by one I went through the employees in Tasha’s inner circle, including Chloe, her driver Nate, her chef Monica, and the guys who typically were on her outside security detail. After that we reviewed people who were adjacent to Tasha but without as much access, including her stylist, publicist, and personal trainer.
“None of these jump out at me,” I told them. “I’m hoping one of you sees something that I’m missing.”
“I have no idea these music people have so much staff,” Yuri said, his English not quite perfect.
“Well, I guess Tasha is one of the biggest musicians in the world. I imagine the others have fewer staff.”
“You guess?” Tasha’s teasing voice came from behind me, and I cursed myself for being too distracted to sense her approach. I was really off my game today.
As Tasha walked by to sit in an open seat, she brushed her hand against my shoulder. I wasn’t sure if it was accidental or if she was trying to tease me the way I’d teased her, but either way, it made a little zing shoot through my body.
“Are you guys about done? I’m starving!” Tasha said melodramatically as she flopped herself into a chair. “Someone interrupted my lunch.”
She gave me a significant look and the Belarusians swung their eyes between us, no doubt trying to figure out the undertones.
