Page 32 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door
Beck's lip twitched. “Are you finished now?”
I lifted a finger. “Maybe I need to do some sort of incantation. That might help.”
His lips thinned. “What exactly did he say to you?”
“He told me about his new girlfriend,” I murmured.
Beck belted out a laugh. “What a twat. I thought you said he was a nice guy.”
I slowed my pace and put my hands on my hips to catch my breath. “Heisa nice guy. He wanted to let me know since she's a fan of the club and he didn't want it to be weird.”
Beck hummed. “So he made it weird by trying not to make it weird.”
“You could say that. We're also going to be seeing each other in a few weeks for this annual gala that we attend.”
He lifted a brow. “Sounds fancy.”
“Yep.”
“Let me guess. He's bringing the new woman to that too?”
“Bingo.” I winked.
Beck shook his head. “Still think he's a bit of a twat.”
“He doesn't want it to be weird.”
He probed. “Will it be? If he's there with someone else?”
Hair started falling out of my ponytail, so I pushed it back. “Not for me.”
“It wouldn't hurt if you had a date too.”
It wasn't a bad idea. “Maybe I will.”
“I could be your date,” he said so confidently that I stumbled.Again.
My body fell forward, and Beck was there, arms outstretched, bringing me toward him as we both barreled forward.
In some move straight out ofThe Matrix, he twisted, taking the brunt of the fall. He landed with a thud, a hiss of air escaping his chest.
I had also twisted as we fell, and now my hands were planted on his muscular pecs, my legs straddling either side of him, our pelvises aligned. The pesky jolt returned, my body immediately reacting to his.
“Get a room,” someone shouted.
A laugh burst from my chest. A giggling, full-body laugh that had me falling forward until my forehead collided with his. For just a moment I was transported back to that night—our night. “New York, amiright?”
Beck smiled so wide his dimples popped under the harsh light of the bridge lamps. “Fucking New Yorkers.”
My gaze dipped to his lips. His grip on me tightened.
Thenpoof. Without warning, the man lifted me off him.
“Can we please head back now?” he asked, his voice sounding like it had been over hot coals.
I fixed my ponytail, needing something to do with my hands, trying to shake off the feel of his hard chest. “Are youactuallyasking me nicely?”
Annnnd with another shot fired, the battle resumed.
