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He didn’t answer right away, and I sat up a little taller in my seat. Slightly arched my back. But his eyes stayed put on mine. “You’re safe with me.”
Well, damn.
What on earth was I going to do about that?
CHAPTER2
ZACH
Since the moment I saw her enter the bar, I’d been struggling with temptation.
Everything about her was sexy.
That hair—it hung down beyond her shoulders in blond satin waves.
That body—those curves could make a grown man cry for mercy.
That mouth—it was heart-shaped and lush, with her lips painted stop-sign red.
The color was a good reminder. The girl was a knockout, but she looked kind of young, she was alone and vulnerable, and I wasn’t that kind of guy. I had literally just fucking told her she was safe with me, and I meant it. Much as I wanted to, I wasn’t going to touch her.
I was ninety-nine percent sure of it.
Picking up my whiskey, I took a couple swallows to numb the urge.
“So,” she said, her smile seductive. “Can I ask the name of the gallant stranger who rescued me tonight?”
“Zach.”
“Nice to meet you, Zach.” She held out her hand. “I’m Millie.”
I took her much smaller hand in mine—it was soft and pale and smooth. Touching her shot arrows of lust straight to my dick, which had felt like a rocket ready for launch since the moment I locked eyes with her across the bar. I didn’t hold her hand a second longer than necessary, immediately picking up my drink again.
“Are you in town on business?” she asked.
“Yes.”
After an awkward pause, she laughed. “Are you going to tell me what you do when you’re not saving women from creepers in bars?”
“I’m in private security.”
“You’re a bodyguard?”
“Sometimes.”
“What about the other times?”
I cocked a brow and gave her a sideways glance. “You ask a lot of questions.”
“I’m curious about you.” She took a sip of her drink, and I imagined those red lips rimming something other than her glass.
“I don’t like talking about myself.”
“Oh. Okay. I can respect that,” she said. But I’d disappointed her, I could tell.
We sat in silence for another minute or so, and I was beginning to regret agreeing to one more drink. Every second that ticked by, I noticed something else about her that drove me wild. The curve of her shoulder. The long black lashes. The smell of her perfume. She wasn’t even showing off much cleavage, but the silhouette of her breasts in that clingy dress had my mouth watering. I could practically feel the shape of them in my hands, her nipples under my tongue.
What the fuck was the matter with me? Wasn’t I too old for this?
