“You have a lot to learn about protecting yourself, baby.”
What? His voice had turned serious. It was Beau, damn him! It was too dark in the room to see his expression, but the width of his shoulders and tallness of his shadow warned her who she was up against. She should have known it was too much a coincidence that she’d seen her ex-husband in the audience. Marissa stiffened, feeling cautiously relieved.
He was close enough that she could smell the subtle aroma of his aftershave, something appealingly light, and woodsy. Reaching her on a sensual level she remembered only too well. The hands circling her wrists had relaxed somewhat, but his grip was still firm enough to keep her where he wanted her.
“What the hell are you doing here?”
Beau chuckled. “That’s not the welcome I was expecting, after the way you came on to me when you were struttin your stuff.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Get off me!” She arched her lower body against him in an effort to dislodge him.
He thrust right back, his hard-on hitting her right where it counts.
It surprised, and disappointed Marissa when she was released. Well, what do I expect? That we’re going to take up where we left off four years ago? It shocked her how fast she was reacting to him. When Beau stepped back she moved away from him and went back to the phone, which she’d dropped to the floor. As she reached for it she could hear a frantic Kirk on the other end.
“Marissa! Is everything all right? Marissa! Marissa!” he screamed into the receiver.
Marissa brought the phone to her ear, not surprised to see she was trembling from what just happened. Beau had a lot of explaining to do, but not before she calmed Kirk down.
“What happened? I thought I heard a scuffle going on. And you screamed.”
“Nothing, I’m okay.” All at once a thought came out of nowhere. “Kirk, you never did say what the bodyguard’s name is.” Marissa tried to ignore that Beau was behind her, but darn if her body wasn’t very much aware of his presence.
“I didn’t say but it’s Beau Evans. He’s the owner–“
Marissa’s mouth turned down. That figured!
“So what happened? What was that noise?”
“I just fired your bodyguard. He didn’t take it too well.”
“What? You can’t fire him. He works for me.”
Now it was Marissa’s turn. “What?” Apparently he was serious about her well being, if he forked out his own money. “Kirk, I can take care of–“
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