Page 32 of Get A Fix
“That would be the reason, yes,” he muttered, leaning back so he could slide his hands down my chest to my abdomen and then back up to my shoulders. “Can we stop talking about this now and do something else?”
“Has she been looking for someone for you?”
“You have a one-track mind, has anyone ever told you that?”
“It’s been said,” I assured him with a grin.
He smiled right back, as though I was irresistible. “And yes, Preeya says she found the perfect fit for me.”
“Who?”
“A woman named Bridget Carran. She and Preeya are friends. Bridget was working for a man as a flight attendant/bodyguard/pilot on his private plane, and when she told Preeya she was ready to make a change, Preeya offered her a job at her company. And not only is she lethal and boasts an incredible skill set, but she’s also a very creative mixologist.”
“I like her already.”
“I’m sure I will too. I’m meeting her and Preeya in Turks and Caicos after this wedding.”
“Sounds amazing.”
“I agree. Now can you please roll over on top of me and—”
“How do you feel about Burke now?”
He thought a moment. “I feel bad for him. And of course I got to thinking about it after, and the truth is, even if I’d met him on the street or something, and he was never my bodyguard, I wouldn’t have been attracted to him.”
“Why not?”
“I have a very specific type.”
“And what is that?”
“I like annoying men who talk instead of screwing me,” he replied drolly.
“Oh yeah?”
“Apparently.”
“And what else?”
His grin made his eyes sparkle. “Big brown eyes with long lashes, really judgmental eyebrows, a smile that makes me want to get naked, hands that—”
“Would we say judgmental?”
“That’s your takeaway? Not the part about me getting naked?”
I laughed, which he shook his head over, just as the alarm on my phone sounded, followed by several short beeps that told me there was something on the schedule thirty minutes out.
“Okay,” I said, pointing at my nightstand. “I’ll bet you we’re nearing the time for the welcome dinner.”
He had to process that. “I’m sorry, what?”
I loved that he sounded both annoyed and horrified.
“The welcome dinner.”
“Is this a wedding or a convention?”
I chuckled, and he groaned.
