ordering the driver to move.
Cameras
still flashed through the windows and people slapped their palms against the glass,
trying to get her attention. Getting out of the road proved difficult with the
crowds surrounding them and for the first time ever, she longed to bury herself
away from the attention.
Blake
wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her into him. She ended up with her
face burrowed against his chest. Against the strong heat of him, tremors took
hold. His other hand came onto her back and began rubbing up and down.
Obtusely, she realised it was the first time she’d ever been properly held by him.
Yes, he touched her a lot in his role as her bodyguard but never like this.
Never so intimately.
“Oh,
my bag…” she whispered shakily.
“Screw
your bag, Ebony. You’re not going back in there.”
“But—”
“I’ll
send someone to fetch it.” Drawing slightly back from her, he reached into his
pocket and pulled out his phone. “Send someone to the arena and if they haven’t
already, get the cops over there. Someone broke into the dressing room,” he
said to whoever had answered—one of her many assistants probably. “Her bag’s in
there. Yeah, I know.” She peered up to see him scowling. “You think? Godammit.
Okay, I’ll handle it.”
“What’s
going on, Blake?”
“There’s
been some letters,” he said tightly.
Ebony
yanked herself out of his hold and glared at him. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve
had a few recently. But we didn’t think anything of it. You know what it’s
like.”
“No,
Blake, I don’t know what it’s like. What do you mean?”
“You
get a lot of letters, sweetheart. People love you and it makes them crazy.” He
sighed and Ebony couldn’t help but wonder if she made him crazy too. Because
her sexy bodyguard surely drove her mad. “But this one echoed the…words on the
wall.”
“Oh
my God.” She put a hand to her mouth.
“I
think this is a real threat, Ebony, and we need to get you some more security.
I’m going to call in the best.”
“And
that is?”
“Walker
Vaughn.”
***
Walker
eyed the large cream mansion with its pillars and tall windows and shook his
head. Why famous people lived so extravagantly and then complained when people
invaded their lives, he didn’t know. Still from what Blake told him, Ebony
might be rich and famous but she was scared to death by all of this. Blake
wouldn’t work with a bitch of a woman and it was clear he cared for her
welfare.
How
much he cared for her remained to be seen though. It was unlike Blake to stick
by a woman’s side—even a client—for so long. But each time they’d met since he
took this job, Walker could tell his best friend was in a little too deep with
this woman. What was so special about Ebony Rose, he wondered. Yeah, he’d seen
her photographed enough. Yeah, she was a hot little number. I mean, damn, she’d
been in Maxim magazine in only a tiny bikini and that was enough to fuel
many of his fantasies but Blake…Blake never showed interest in women. Not since
his ex-wife had broken his heart.
Knowing
Blake, even if he loved the women, he still wouldn’t do anything about it.
Maybe Walker could come in and mess things up a bit. He couldn’t help wanting
to loosen Blake up. The guy deserved some happiness after that cheating bitch
hurt him so badly. And when she’d hurt him, she’d hurt Walker. They were like
brothers. They trained as bodyguards together and worked together as much as
life allowed them.
Blake
answered the large black door, a look of relief coming across his face. Oh
yeah, his friend clearly felt more than professional concern for his client.
Blake was never unsure of anything.
“Good
to see you, Walker.” Blake slapped him on the back and Walker took a moment to
look around.
In
spite of the grand outside, the place was decorated relatively simply with a
modern touch. Wooden floors, elegant sculptures and a few contemporary
paintings decorated
Cameras
still flashed through the windows and people slapped their palms against the glass,
trying to get her attention. Getting out of the road proved difficult with the
crowds surrounding them and for the first time ever, she longed to bury herself
away from the attention.
Blake
wrapped a strong arm around her and pulled her into him. She ended up with her
face burrowed against his chest. Against the strong heat of him, tremors took
hold. His other hand came onto her back and began rubbing up and down.
Obtusely, she realised it was the first time she’d ever been properly held by him.
Yes, he touched her a lot in his role as her bodyguard but never like this.
Never so intimately.
“Oh,
my bag…” she whispered shakily.
“Screw
your bag, Ebony. You’re not going back in there.”
“But—”
“I’ll
send someone to fetch it.” Drawing slightly back from her, he reached into his
pocket and pulled out his phone. “Send someone to the arena and if they haven’t
already, get the cops over there. Someone broke into the dressing room,” he
said to whoever had answered—one of her many assistants probably. “Her bag’s in
there. Yeah, I know.” She peered up to see him scowling. “You think? Godammit.
Okay, I’ll handle it.”
“What’s
going on, Blake?”
“There’s
been some letters,” he said tightly.
Ebony
yanked herself out of his hold and glared at him. “What do you mean?”
“You’ve
had a few recently. But we didn’t think anything of it. You know what it’s
like.”
“No,
Blake, I don’t know what it’s like. What do you mean?”
“You
get a lot of letters, sweetheart. People love you and it makes them crazy.” He
sighed and Ebony couldn’t help but wonder if she made him crazy too. Because
her sexy bodyguard surely drove her mad. “But this one echoed the…words on the
wall.”
“Oh
my God.” She put a hand to her mouth.
“I
think this is a real threat, Ebony, and we need to get you some more security.
I’m going to call in the best.”
“And
that is?”
“Walker
Vaughn.”
***
Walker
eyed the large cream mansion with its pillars and tall windows and shook his
head. Why famous people lived so extravagantly and then complained when people
invaded their lives, he didn’t know. Still from what Blake told him, Ebony
might be rich and famous but she was scared to death by all of this. Blake
wouldn’t work with a bitch of a woman and it was clear he cared for her
welfare.
How
much he cared for her remained to be seen though. It was unlike Blake to stick
by a woman’s side—even a client—for so long. But each time they’d met since he
took this job, Walker could tell his best friend was in a little too deep with
this woman. What was so special about Ebony Rose, he wondered. Yeah, he’d seen
her photographed enough. Yeah, she was a hot little number. I mean, damn, she’d
been in Maxim magazine in only a tiny bikini and that was enough to fuel
many of his fantasies but Blake…Blake never showed interest in women. Not since
his ex-wife had broken his heart.
Knowing
Blake, even if he loved the women, he still wouldn’t do anything about it.
Maybe Walker could come in and mess things up a bit. He couldn’t help wanting
to loosen Blake up. The guy deserved some happiness after that cheating bitch
hurt him so badly. And when she’d hurt him, she’d hurt Walker. They were like
brothers. They trained as bodyguards together and worked together as much as
life allowed them.
Blake
answered the large black door, a look of relief coming across his face. Oh
yeah, his friend clearly felt more than professional concern for his client.
Blake was never unsure of anything.
“Good
to see you, Walker.” Blake slapped him on the back and Walker took a moment to
look around.
In
spite of the grand outside, the place was decorated relatively simply with a
modern touch. Wooden floors, elegant sculptures and a few contemporary
paintings decorated
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