Page 11 of The Sniper
I have to spend every day with this person and their judgy points of view.
God, I hope it’s a girl.
Maybe we can laugh about it.
“I’ll just put on a sundress,” I stand, glancing down at my bare legs and wish I’d shaved.“Thanks for all your hard work today, Sade’s.”
“I love my job,” she holds up one of the gloss samples that she’s taking home with her.Pushing away from her desk, Sadie tucks her laptop into her bag and stands.“Good luck with the security person, hope they’re at least a little cool if they’re going to be following us around for a while.”
Following us around.
That’s what it looks like, but I’ve seen them intercept enough potential threats to my father to have big respect for what they do.
I follow her through my spacious mansion, and just as we reach the lobby, where I planned to say goodbye and run upstairs to change, a beep from my security system announces I have a guest.
Shit.
Sadie turns and fights her laugh.“Oh no.But at least you’re not wearing your alien PJs.”
“Hey, those little green men keep the real ones away.”I tug open the hall closet and find an old raincoat hanging in there.
I pull it on.
“Now youdolook ridiculous,” Sadie frowns.
That might be so, but here’s the thing.I have a very generous set of breasts and right now they’re showing off a lot of cleavage.I’m not sitting in front of my new bodyguard—whether a man or woman—in my skimpy pajama shorts and a top that’s more suited to a club.
Goddamn it.Five more minutes and I could have tugged on a dress.
“I don’t care, at least these girls are covered up.”I shoo her away.“Go, go.I need to find some shoes.”
Sadie slips through the front door, giggling, and I quickly push the button to open the gate for both her and my visitor, then search for some shoes.
Spotting a pair of pink Havana flip flops, I slide my feet into them and then narrow my eyes at the sunhat I left on the side table this morning.
I glance quickly outside and my jaw drops open when I see the tall, broad man walking towards the house.
Holy hell.
Is that my new bodyguard?
He’s gorgeous.
The confidence rolling off his wide shoulders has my ovaries sitting up to attention, and a few of my brain cells dissolve.
It’s the only explanation I have for what I do next.
I grab the sunhat, put it on, and reach for the handle as the walking Adonis knocks on my door.
A quick mental audit reminds me I’m now wearing a pair of denim cutoffs, pink flip-flops, a raincoat, and a straw sun hat.
Great, I look like a showgirl.One who’s missing a diamond necklace, a pair of underwear and a dildo...and this man knows it.
Knock, knock, knock.
I lock a smile in place and pull open the door.
“Hello—”
