Page 50 of Bound in Obsession
Eleonora’s laughter cuts off. She turns, her eyes meeting mine. I glance at her quickly, relieved she’s wearing proper clothes and not those tiny shorts that would force me to gouge Daniel’s eyes out.
I look back at my idiot soldier. “What’s so funny?”
Eleonora answers before he can. “It was just something Daniel said.”
I zero in on him, voice cold. “Is that so? Since when did you become a fucking comedian, Daniel?”
He stutters, face going pale. “I—I was just?—”
I want to knock the air out of him. Break his nose again for good measure.
Still staring at Daniel, I order without looking at her, “Go to your bedroom, Eleonora.”
“I’m not a dog you can just order around,” she snaps.
I slowly turn my gaze on her. One hard look is all it takes. She glares daggers at me, but stands up and storms off, shoulders stiff with anger.
The second she’s out of sight, I grab Daniel by the front of his shirt and yank him close.
“Your job is to guard her,” I growl. “You’re her bodyguard. Not her fucking buddy. Not her comedian. Not her friend. Do I make myself clear?”
“Yes, Boss,” he chokes out. “It won’t happen again.”
I shove him back hard enough that he stumbles.
Then I turn and walk away, taking the stairs two at a time.
Am I really jealous of my own men now? Over her?
I’m supposed to leave soon for the meeting with Nikolai, but the idea of leaving Eleonora here, even with other guards around, suddenly sits like acid in my gut.
I can’t miss this meeting. The Russians are too important right now. But the thought of Daniel making her laugh… of her looking at him the way she should only look at me…
I clench my jaw so hard it aches. I can’t believe what I’m about to do.
I open her bedroom door without knocking. Eleonora turns from where she’s sitting on the bed, eyes narrowing instantly.
“You really need to learn how to knock,” she snaps. “I could have been naked.”
I lean against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest, and let my gaze drag slowly down her body before returning to her face.
“Is that so?” I murmur.
Her cheeks flush a deep pink. “Are you picturing me naked right now?”
“Maybe.”
She shakes her head, but I don’t miss the way her breath catches. The silence stretches between us. My eyes trace the curve of her neck, the way her top clings to her breasts, the smooth skin of her thighs in those leggings.
She does dangerous things to me. Makes me hard with just a look. Makes me want to lock the door and finish what we started this morning in the gym.
I clear my throat.
“So,” she says, trying to sound casual, “did you break Daniel’s nose again?”
My jaw tightens. “You’re worried about Daniel’s wellbeing now?”
She shrugs, a small smirk playing on her lips. “I just don’t want his nose to be too broken. Is that… jealousy I’m detecting, Lombardi?”
