“Are you having sex with him?” Denver’s tone has lowered to a whisper, but it only makes him sound more menacing.
“That’s none of your business!” I snap, finding my bite again. “How dare you follow me and then ask me that.”
His chest expands as he sucks in a breath. But he doesn’t move away. He stays firmly fixed in front of me, caging me in between his arms.
“It’s my job to pro?—”
“Your job! God, that’s all you care about, isn’t it?” I shove at his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“Sin—”
“I just needed to do something alone. Can’t you understand that?” I search his eyes. Maybe there’s a glint of guilt there, but he blinks it away before I can be sure.
“It’s not safe,” he growls.
“How did you find me? You can’t have followed that stupid tracker you put in my phone because I left it behind on purpose so you wouldn’t be able to.”
A muscle in Denver’s cheek twitches so hard I’m surprised he doesn’t burst a blood vessel.
“You mean you planned this? You wanted me not to know you were out, with some guy I haven’t run any checks on? How could you be so stupid? How do you know you can trust him?”
“I’m not stupid,” I spit, shoving his chest again. “I know Julian.”
Denver’s eyes narrow at my slipup. Still, there must be thousands of Julians in the city; he won’t know who he is or how to find him. Julian will be in one of the last places Denver would think to look.
“How did you find me?” I ask again.
Denver shakes his head, glancing up the street.
“Den—”
“I will always find you, Sinclair.” He turns back, pinning me under his gaze. “Do you know why?”
“No,” I whisper.
His brows pull together and he leans even closer.
“Because you’re my responsibility. I’m your bodyguard. And that means I have to know where you are at all times. You won’t be going anywhere without me again. Got it?”
“You expect me to be with you all the time?”
“Youwillbe with me. No more playing games and sneaking out, Sinclair. This is your safety we’re talking about. If I have to cuff you to me, then I’ll do it. You don’t want to test me.”
“Excuse me?” I scoff.
He parts his lips again, the straight edge of perfect white teeth glinting in the moonlight.
“You belong withme,” he rasps.
He pushes away from the wall, freeing me from the shield his arms had made around me. I take in a big gulp of air as he turns his back on me. My heart gallops in my chest from the shock of him grabbing me. But it’s also beating somewhere lower too… deep between my thighs.
Leaning against the wall, I catch my breath, taking him in. He’s wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants. I’ve only ever seen him in suits. Somehow it makes his broad back look even wider than usual.
He clears his throat and extends a large hand behind him, toward me. I stare at it until he looks back at me, his eyes darkening. Wordlessly, I slide my fingers inside his. They’re immediately enveloped in solid warmth as he closes his hand around mine. I trail behind him as he marches me over to his car parked at the curb.
He opens my door for me and pulls me toward it using our joined hands.
“Get in.”
