Big eyes—hazel, I think they’re called, because instead of one color there’s like twenty shades of green, amber, and brown.They’re framed by short, thick, impossibly dark lashes.
Her full cheeks are deliciously flushed.And her thick, golden brown hair is pulled back in some kind of bun that’s already starting to fall apart.
My pulse kicks up like a bomb’s about to drop.
She eyes me carefully, arms crossed, head tilted slightly.
And when she speaks, her voice is low and husky.
It’s like she’s telling me a secret, and suddenly I need to know everything I can about her.
She raises her eyebrows, and it’s then I realize I’m staring like a moron.
“So, what can I do for you, Mister, um?”
She bites her bottom lip expectantly.
And holy shit—I almost forget my name.
Almost.
I straighten up, smile the way Kane told me not to—like I mean it.
“Theodore Montego, but everyone calls me Ego, Miss Rosetto,” I say, pulling out my badge just enough to flash the Sigma logo.
“Ego?Like the waffle?”
“I guess,” I murmur, and clear my throat.
“Okay then,Ego,” she says and her lips twitch, but she doesn’t smile.Yet.“So, why are you here?”
“Actually, I’m here to helpyou.”
Chapter3
Sabrina
Istare at the man standing in my classroom like he’s just told me the sky is green.
“Um… what?”I ask.
He doesn’t blink.Not once.
“I’m your bodyguard,” he says calmly.
“You?”
“Me.”
I laugh.
It comes out wrong—too sharp, too loud.
“I think there’s been some kind of mistake.”
“There hasn’t,” he replies.“Sigma International Security was hired to protect you.”
That finally lands.
