And I was having dinner with him.
Holy shit.
It was stupid to be nervous. Trent was a regular human being like the rest of us. Maybe not quite like the rest of us. He was the sexiest man alive. He was an incredible actor, he had friends in the highest of places, he was handsome, sexy, smart. And if you became his … friend … then it appeared you needed personal protection.
Oh, and he was a Dominant who had rubbed me to orgasm in the middle of a crowded restaurant.
I was fairly sure I’d lost my mind somewhere along the way.
Shoring up my nerve, I strode into my closet and peered through the selection. I’d packed up most of my clothes, knowing I wouldn’t need them until after the move. I had kept out a few T-shirts, shorts, some business outfits, and jeans.
Since it was August in Texas, I wasn’t about to pull on too many layers. Considering the hot flashes I had while in Trent’s presence, I would undoubtedly be uncomfortable if I did.
A white maxi dress caught my attention. Thanks to the halter top, there was only a partial back, which made it sexy. The flowy skirt, dotted with tiny flowers, went all the way to the floor.
“This’ll have to work,” I said aloud as I retrieved it from the hanger. I snatched a pair of black strappy sandals from the shelf and headed back into the bathroom.
A few minutes later I was changed, and I had to admit, the end result was far better than what I’d expected. Grabbing a small black purse, I headed out of my bedroom and into the kitchen. For a brief moment, I forgot that Troy was there, so when he cleared his throat, I nearly went through the roof.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said with a rusty chuckle.
I blushed but managed to smile. “I sometimes get locked up in my own head,” I admitted.
“You look lovely.”
The blush intensified. “Thank you.”
“Whenever you’re ready, just say the word.”
I noticed his eyes were perusing me from head to toe, then back again.
Good news was, I thought my outfit would suffice. If the glimmer in his dark brown eyes was anything to go by, I had chosen wisely.
Bad news was, I was going to be spending the evening with two intensely handsome gentlemen and I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it through without making a complete fool of myself.
I grabbed my keys to lock up and followed Troy out of the house.
It was then that I noticed another man standing beside Zeke. He was big, not quite the monstrosity that Zeke was, but he was just as intimidating.
“Is that your bodyguard?” I whispered to Troy.
He chuckled. “Yep. He’s my new shadow.”
While both men remained there until Troy and I were safely in the car, they quickly moved to Zeke’s car before Troy started the engine.
This was definitely awkward.
“So, I have a question for you,” Troy prompted when we were pulling out of my driveway.
I glanced over and studied his profile. He really was an attractive man. He peered over at me and I noticed a slight blush on his cheeks.
“Trent asked me to fill out a limit list,” he admitted, his eyes darting from the road to me and back.
“A limit list? Trent asked … you?”
He nodded toward the folder in the center console. “Would you mind explaining some of that sh— I mean stuff to me?”
I grabbed the folder and opened it.
Sure enough, it was a limit list. Troy hadn’t made it very far.
I grinned. “Which ones did you need more information on?”
He chuckled. “All of them?”
I laughed. This was going to be an interesting night.
Trent
“I’VE GOT TO GO, KEN,” I told my agent when the security system notified me that the front gates were opening. “At this point, there’s nothing more for you to worry about. I’ve taken security into my own hands.”
“Don’t do this, Trent. I—”
I hung up the phone.
My guests for the evening had arrived and I intended to spend the next few hours relaxing and getting to know the two people who’d somehow become my sole focus, not explaining to my soon-to-be-ex-agent why my face was being plastered all over the place in recent days.
I glanced at the monitor, watching as the gates closed. The security guards I had stationed outside would ensure unauthorized people weren’t allowed in. I’d learned a long time ago that a gate alone wouldn’t keep people out. In fact, the house in California had increased security as of late due to a paparazzo managing to make his way onto my property. Thankfully, no one had been there at that time, but I was no longer willing to take any chances. Hence the reason I’d hired bodyguards for Clarissa and Troy.
