inside.
He’d bet his newly acquired Renoir that beneath her tough exterior, there was a whole lot of woman to be found. The thought sent his imagination soaring.
She fascinated him in a way few other women ever had, and it made him question his motives at employing her as his bodyguard. He could’ve had any bodyguard in the city, yet he’d hired her. She was good at her job and he needed the services she offered, but he knew why he’d chosen her.
He’d been bored for far too long.
Whether or not he should have used that as the motivation behind his final decision to hire her, he wasn’t sure.
“You like Rodin’s work?” he asked.
“His statues are so full of depth and emotion.” She slid her fingers along the contours of the sculpture of two lovers in a passionate embrace, their mouths locked in a heated kiss. “He’s captured the lust between them so well.”
“That’s what drew me to it in the first place.”
“This was sold last year at Rockefeller Plaza.”
Her knowledge of art amazed him. “You’re like an art catalogue.”
“I am?”
“I suspect you could quote every piece of art I own.”
Her smile confirmed his suspicion. “I love art. It fascinates me.”
You fascinate me.
Her hair fell forward as she bent to study the statue and he had to fight the urge to reach out and brush the curls away.
“It’s hard to think that he failed as a painter,” she said.
He swept a casual gaze over her curves and felt a tightening in his pants. Yes, it was hard to think. Damn hard.
“His statues made him the success he was,” he replied, deciding they needed a change of topic. Having her staring with such intensity at the two lovers locked in a wild embrace made him think of all sorts of things that were probably, definitely, inappropriate.
“Do you have any of his other pieces?”
“Several, but not all here.” He disposed of their jackets and poured them a drink. “Shall I show you around?” He couldn’t resist flashing her a teasing grin when handing her the glass. “I’m sure we could do with a drink after our little drama outside the restaurant.”
Alex laughed. “Oh, God. That was embarrassing.”
“For you maybe. For me, it was … entertaining.”
“I’m glad I could entertain you.”
That and more. “It seemed effective.”
“Poor kid.”
“His friends will tease him for sure, but it serves him right.”
“They were so stoned. The chances they’d remember it in the morning are slim.”
His grin widened. “I’ll certainly remember it in the morning.”
They made their way around the lavish townhouse, ending on the top floor that consisted of two rooms.
“My bedroom.” He pushed open the door, a teasing gleam in his eyes. He stood back, waiting for her to enter. “Step inside.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” Alex said, extracting a laugh from him. She walked into his private suite that took up most of the top floor and glanced around.
The spacious room, furnished with the same expensive taste as the rest of the house, looked warm and inviting. On the one side of the room, he’d created a cozy corner with a wall mounted plasma screen, a coffee table and two comfortable couches. The door of the walk-in closet was ajar and Alex caught a glimpse of Prada and Armani suits neatly hanging on the railings. There was a door leading to what she assumed was the en suite bathroom and she knew without looking that it would be practical but beautiful. A large bed with a huge headboard and matching nightstands rested against the far wall.
Standing with a handsome man in his bedroom, his bed a few feet away, brought all sorts of inappropriate images to mind and she was thankful he was unable to see her expression from his position behind her.
Perhaps viewing his bedroom had been a bad idea. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from his bed.
“Shall I show you where you’ll be staying?” he offered in a low, all too compelling voice.
Alex was quick
He’d bet his newly acquired Renoir that beneath her tough exterior, there was a whole lot of woman to be found. The thought sent his imagination soaring.
She fascinated him in a way few other women ever had, and it made him question his motives at employing her as his bodyguard. He could’ve had any bodyguard in the city, yet he’d hired her. She was good at her job and he needed the services she offered, but he knew why he’d chosen her.
He’d been bored for far too long.
Whether or not he should have used that as the motivation behind his final decision to hire her, he wasn’t sure.
“You like Rodin’s work?” he asked.
“His statues are so full of depth and emotion.” She slid her fingers along the contours of the sculpture of two lovers in a passionate embrace, their mouths locked in a heated kiss. “He’s captured the lust between them so well.”
“That’s what drew me to it in the first place.”
“This was sold last year at Rockefeller Plaza.”
Her knowledge of art amazed him. “You’re like an art catalogue.”
“I am?”
“I suspect you could quote every piece of art I own.”
Her smile confirmed his suspicion. “I love art. It fascinates me.”
You fascinate me.
Her hair fell forward as she bent to study the statue and he had to fight the urge to reach out and brush the curls away.
“It’s hard to think that he failed as a painter,” she said.
He swept a casual gaze over her curves and felt a tightening in his pants. Yes, it was hard to think. Damn hard.
“His statues made him the success he was,” he replied, deciding they needed a change of topic. Having her staring with such intensity at the two lovers locked in a wild embrace made him think of all sorts of things that were probably, definitely, inappropriate.
“Do you have any of his other pieces?”
“Several, but not all here.” He disposed of their jackets and poured them a drink. “Shall I show you around?” He couldn’t resist flashing her a teasing grin when handing her the glass. “I’m sure we could do with a drink after our little drama outside the restaurant.”
Alex laughed. “Oh, God. That was embarrassing.”
“For you maybe. For me, it was … entertaining.”
“I’m glad I could entertain you.”
That and more. “It seemed effective.”
“Poor kid.”
“His friends will tease him for sure, but it serves him right.”
“They were so stoned. The chances they’d remember it in the morning are slim.”
His grin widened. “I’ll certainly remember it in the morning.”
They made their way around the lavish townhouse, ending on the top floor that consisted of two rooms.
“My bedroom.” He pushed open the door, a teasing gleam in his eyes. He stood back, waiting for her to enter. “Step inside.”
“Said the spider to the fly,” Alex said, extracting a laugh from him. She walked into his private suite that took up most of the top floor and glanced around.
The spacious room, furnished with the same expensive taste as the rest of the house, looked warm and inviting. On the one side of the room, he’d created a cozy corner with a wall mounted plasma screen, a coffee table and two comfortable couches. The door of the walk-in closet was ajar and Alex caught a glimpse of Prada and Armani suits neatly hanging on the railings. There was a door leading to what she assumed was the en suite bathroom and she knew without looking that it would be practical but beautiful. A large bed with a huge headboard and matching nightstands rested against the far wall.
Standing with a handsome man in his bedroom, his bed a few feet away, brought all sorts of inappropriate images to mind and she was thankful he was unable to see her expression from his position behind her.
Perhaps viewing his bedroom had been a bad idea. She couldn’t seem to tear her eyes away from his bed.
“Shall I show you where you’ll be staying?” he offered in a low, all too compelling voice.
Alex was quick
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