Page 4 of Guarding the Rock Star
The elevator doors opened, revealing the most stunning woman I’d ever seen. I caught my breath.
“May I come in?” she asked. Her voice was deep and firm and did funny things to my belly.
“Yes,” I said. “Come in, please.”
The woman, Wanda I remembered Chloe calling her, was a little shorter than me, maybe five eight, but with a commanding presence that somehow seemed to make her loom over my taller figure. She was wearing black leather boots, tight black jeans that highlighted her muscled legs, and a black leather jacket with silver buckles. Beneath her jacket she was wearing a black tank top that lovingly hugged her full breasts.
Long straight black hair hung down to her mid-back. Her skin was pale with a brownish tint, making her red lips stand out more, and her eyes were large and intensely dark. She looked Hispanic, or maybe Native American. I was guessing she was about ten years older than me, but she was hot as fuck.
Speaking of fuck, if I wasn’t going to keep her as my bodyguard, maybe she’d be down for a night of fun. I hadn’t had sex in several years and I couldn’t remember a time I’d been so immediately attracted to someone before.
Ignoring us, Wanda looked around, sharp eyes categorizing her surroundings.
“Which one of you is Tasha?” she asked.
Chloe and I both laughed, making her gaze snap back to me. “You’re Tasha?” she confirmed.
Even though I was one of the most recognizable women in the world, I didn’t get the sense that she was messing with me.
“Hi, yes, I’m Tasha Blue. You must be Wanda.”
I gave her the bright smile that made all genders swoon. Wanda just blinked at me.
“I’m so sorry that you came all the way over here, but I think there’s been a mistake. I don’t actually want a personal bodyguard.” I held out a hand. “Thanks for coming though. I’ll make sure Chloe pays you for your time.”
She gave me a once-over, taking in my basketball shorts and tank top. My sports bra peeked out from beneath the straps of my tank, and her eyes lingered there for a moment before she took my hand.
Then the most extraordinary thing happened. The minute her hand closed around mine, I felt a jolt, as if I’d touched a live wire. I inhaled sharply, wondering what was causing it. When I looked at Wanda, she had a little crinkle between her eyebrows, telling me that she’d felt it too.
“Oh no,” she whispered before dropping my hand.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
Wanda inhaled deeply, then her eyes widened, and she took a big step away from me.
“I need to do a safety check of your apartment,” she said, completely ignoring the part about how I didn’t want a bodyguard. “You two stay in the kitchen and yell if anything weird happens.”
I bristled, not used to being ordered around. “Excuse me?”
Chloe gripped my elbow in warning. “The only weird thing that’s going to happen is that Tasha is going to make herself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for breakfast and cut the crusts off like a toddler.”
I stuck my tongue out. “Don’t make fun of my breakfast, babe.”
Suddenly Wanda was standing right next to us, moving so quickly I’d scarcely seen her move.
“Are you two together?” she growled.
I had the oddest sense that if we said yes she was going to be pissed.
“Chloe and I have been friends since kindergarten,” I said firmly. “Not that we owe you an explanation. You can go now.”
“Tasha, be reasonable,” Chloe wheedled. “I want you to be safe.”
“I already told you, I don’t want or need another bodyguard.” I reminded her, using my ‘I’m a big star and no one better argue with me’ voice.
Neither Chloe nor Wanda looked impressed.
“Look Princess, from everything I read, it’s clear that your stalker is someone who knows you. Someone on the inside,” Wanda said firmly. “If you want to stay alive, you’ll do what I tell you, and you’ll answer any question you’re given.”
