Page 34 of The Billionaire Bodyguard Next Door
I opened the front door to find Sebastian on Luna’s stoop.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked my friend.
Sebastian turned. “I'm supposed to go to the job site with Luna this morning to set up her security, but I haven't heard from her.”
I frowned. Luna Marks might have pulled a disappearing act on me nearly a decade ago, but the woman lived for her work. There was no way she’d be intentionally late or miss a meeting.
Something’s wrong.
“I assume you called her?” I asked while jogging down my steps and then up hers.
Sebastian gave me a look to let me know exactly what he thought of that dumbass suggestion.
I held my hands up. “Got it. You know her passcode, right? Use it. It could be an emergency.”
He glared at me.
“Now,” I growled.
The man rolled his eyes, something I'd bet money he picked up from Faith, turned his back to me, and punched in the combo.
“Finally,” I muttered, pushing past him, a swell of panic rising inside me. “Marks, you here?”
I jogged into the kitchen and living area, finding them both empty.
A groan sounded from upstairs, and my gaze went skyward. I took the stairs two at a time, launching myself toward her bedroom, slowing down when I found it slightly ajar.
I ignored the sounds of protest behind me from Sebastian and pushed open the door. There was a mound of sheets on the bed, but no Luna from what I could tell.
Another moan.
My feet swallowed the distance between me and the bathroom.
For a second my heart stopped.
There she was, in a black silk two piece that hardly covered anything, her red hair slicked back against her face, falling out of a loose bun, and her head resting on top of the toilet as if she had fallen asleep there.
Christ. I'd bet my company she’d fallen asleep there. Her heavy eyelids flickered as I knelt next to her.
I rested a hand on the nape of her neck. “It's me. The bane of your existence.”
“Ugh,” she groaned. “Go away.”
“You scared us,” Sebastian said from somewhere behind me. “I'll get you some water.”
He left, and I took in every detail of the woman in front of me.
She winked an eye open and somehow managed to glare with her good eye.
“Go,” she croaked.
I tsked. “Is that how you say thank you to the man that saved your life?”
She narrowed that solitary eye even further.
I nodded to the toilet. “You done here?”
She leaned her cheek against the porcelain.
