Captured by the Bodyguard by Dez Burke Page B

started up a conversation, he decided he had something he needed to see to in some other part of the house and excused himself.
    Alexandra thought he was taking his professional stance too far. What did he think she was going to do if he just got a little bit closer to her? Ravish him? Or maybe he didn’t want to risk her falling for him. Like she’d ever be dumb enough to do that. He might be the most desirable man she’d ever met, and he might be the reason she was having the hottest fantasies on a nightly basis, but there was no chance of her growing any real feelings for him. Heck, she didn’t even know him. And just as quickly as he’d surfaced into her life, he could vanish from it without a trace.
    Maybe it was best to keep him at arm’s length the way he did her, thought Alexandra. That way, he could focus on his job and she could pretend she didn’t care either way.
    Shoving him firmly from her mind, Alexandra stared at her reflection in the bedroom mirror, the product of more than an hour of primping. Yep, now she looked and felt ready for some after-dark excitement. She’d had to tone down her social activities ever since that mess with the intruder whom they still hadn’t caught or identified. But tonight was Malia’s night and it was happening in the trendiest nightclub in the city, Club Déjà vu. She’d been there a few times and it was definitely an A-lister late-night playground with state-of-the-art everything.
    Malia’s fantastic boyfriend Carl, who worked in the entertainment industry as some kind of talent agent, had been great about fixing a few live performances with some major hip-hop star to go with the club’s cutting-edge DJ who’d be providing all the R & B, rock, hip hop, house and mash up music they’d need to really get down.
    Alexandra for one was looking forward to the flowing cocktails as well as the chance to soak in the exhilarating ambience that came from being part of an energized crowd. She was sick of being cooped up like a frightened chicken, anxious about her own shadow and unable to have any real fun. Well, none of that tonight. She was going to go wild for the next few hours and nothing had better stand in her way…
     
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    When Alexandra finally emerged from her bedroom, Cane took one look at her and said in a carefully schooled tone, “No way you’re going out like that.”
    Alexandra glanced down at her tight-fitting white halter mini dress with its deep low plunge cowl neck. It featured an entirely backless design with a hem which barely skimmed underneath her bum. She’d been gunning for her club dress to have a risqué factor to it and she felt sure it wasn’t that bad as to elicit that terrible scowl Cane had on his face. Rihanna had worn the exact same thing just last week to go clubbing in London after her last concert. It had cost a pretty penny with its designer price tag but Alexandra had been in the mood to pamper herself which she didn’t always do. And in her opinion, she was pulling off the freakum dress look quite well tonight.
    Ignoring Cane’s dark stare, Alexandra twirled and tossed her sleek hair over her shoulder, giving him a view of her exposed back, the dress held up by its halter necktie. She knew how much skin she was displaying and how little was left to the imagination especially since the dress obviously allowed for no bra. Alexandra had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to her body and if she wanted to flaunt it tonight, then Cane or no one could tell her differently, she fumed to herself.
    “Please be reminded that you’re just my bodyguard, not my fashion advisor,” she told him primly as she turned back to face him. “I’m sure I look good.”
    “Oh, not simply good,” Cane told her in a mild tone that contrasted with his thunderous gaze, adding, “More like whorish and extremely fuckable.”
    Alexandra flinched as if slapped. It took a few moments before she could find her voice. “How dare you speak to me that