Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 12872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
“Keep everyone away from there, or I will gather the footage and hunt them down.”
“Understood. Should we just set off the alarms?” he asks, knowing it’ll end any attempts she has at buying that shit.
“No. Let her purchase what she wants.” I’ll enjoy tearing them to shreds with my teeth. I adjust my cock and then add one more directive. “Don’t let me catch your eyes wandering, either.”
“Never, sir.”
“Good.” I end the call and tuck my phone in my pocket. Granger loves his wife and wouldn’t dare, and it’s the reason I put him on this duty. She thinks it’s her brother’s idea about the personal security.
Elena tried him once, and he nearly lost his job. It wasn’t because he took her up on the flirting, but he snapped about being taken and that she needed to act like a lady. I wasn’t going to fire him for that, though; in fact, I gave him a raise. Keeping his hands and eyes to himself was the smartest thing he could do.
Chapter Two
Elena
“Woo!” I cheer, grabbing a drink from the bar and slamming it down hard and fast. It’s stupid, foolish, but knowing his dark eyes are on me, I double down on my ridiculously dangerous behavior. If Cameron King thinks he’s being inconspicuous, he’s not.
I saw him the second I got off the plane and again when I arrived at my hotel. I tried to pretend that my brother’s best friend wasn’t watching me like a fucking hawk, but there’s no missing that six-foot-three beast in a white dress shirt with the top two buttons undone and sleeves rolled up, looking like a damn model. The bastard is sexy in every way and has absolutely no interest in me—despite the fact that he’s clearly following my every freaking move.
Normally, they keep Granger on me all the time when I go out shopping or away from the house. Cameron has never been on my detail, but as my brother’s personal lap dog, I bet he sent him here because Granger couldn’t come without his wife, who is very pregnant and more than likely unable to travel. A shiver runs through my spine, wondering how close he’ll be following. It’s time to test my new security.
Pursing my lips and smiling with wicked intentions, walk through a small crowd over to a little table under the thatched beach hut that overlooks the ocean. Grabbing the edge of the fabric, I tug on my beach coverall, letting the pink floral wrap fall onto the chair while I continue to sway to the music.
I do my best to ignore Cameron; in fact, I’m not sure where he is or even if he’s bothered to follow or is still on the beach. Maybe another group of bimbos has crowded his space again. The man attracts attention wherever he goes, so it goes to show he’s not here for any covert operation. I want to tell my brother he’s a jerk, but that would mean owning up to the fact that Cameron King bothers me. And that’s not something I’ll ever admit.
For years I’ve had a crush on the big jerk, saving my v-card and everything for him, only to hear he’s engaged to one of his client’s daughters. I’m not sure why she’s not with him, tagging along in her tight bikini, but I suppose he’s on assignment and it’s hard to concentrate on work when you have a supermodel for a fiancée.
Still, I take another drink of my second strawberry-something that I’m sure is halfway to getting me smashed. I’ve only had alcohol twice since I turned twenty-one. The last time I ended up in a strange bed with a super hangover, only to find Cameron standing over me, very angry and disappointed in my behavior. It was his bed I’d been in. Obviously, we hadn’t slept together, but it wasn’t like I asked him to come to my rescue or anything.
He told my brother, who has now been on my case. I swear I didn’t do anything, but it didn’t stop them from bitching me out like I’m not an adult. As it happened after getting drunk with some college friends, I’ll never admit how happy I was to be safely wrapped up in Cameron’s sheets.
“Hola, bonita.” I turn my head to see a tall, blond man with sunglasses perched on his spiky hair. He’s clearly another vacationer looking to score, and I’m not interested in the least and should completely stay away.
“Hello,” I answer politely.
“Can I buy you a drink?” Everything about him screams attractive, but only one person has my attention, and has it forever. It’s an unrequited love to the millionth power. The man doesn’t even like me, tolerates me because I’m his best friend’s sister and nothing more than a nuisance he has to deal with. God, my heart breaks at that realization more and more.