Maybe it’s for the best that he doesn’t offer me one.
At least one of us needs to stay sober.
When another guest catches Blondie’s attention, June pulls me aside into a darkened corner of the pool area. We’re on top of a skyscraper, looking out over the cityscape below.
“Sorry about that,” she whispers, glancing nervously at the glass railing before pressing her drink into my hands. “I didn’t mean for you to get treated like you’re working.”
I just shrug.
“It’s fine. But if you want me to be your bodyguard, better expect I’ll act the part.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
I grab her drink, tilting the fruity thing back. It’s surprisingly sweet for something that tastes like it’s got a good three shots in it. Without meaning to, I’ve downed the whole thing.
She stares at me the same way she did when I helped myself to her kitchen.
With arms folded across her chest—which takes all my effort not to stare at—she says, “Way to share.”
I know I should apologize, but I can’t help but smirk.
“As your bodyguard for the evening, it’s my job to prevent you from getting into trouble.”
“You mean,fun.”
“Same difference.”
“If you’re going to be that way,” she grumbles, “We might as well just go home.”
Now I can’t help myself.
I slide one hand behind her back, pulling her close as I murmur in her ear, “I’m not gonna pretend I wouldn’t like that.”
She pulls away, blushing.
“And what’sthatsupposed to mean?”
“Hey!” Blondie calls, frowning at the empty drink glass in my hand as he reappears. And he clearly talking only to June when he asks, “You wanna hit the hot tub first, or maybe the pool? Let me know if you’re hungry. We’ve got whatever you could want.”
Glancing back at the drink in my hand again, a wicked smile slides across his face, and I know he’s just got a bad idea. I just don’t know what, yet.
Something about this guy feels off.
He’s not a normal human. I can tell that much.
Is it possible he’s one ofmykind? I frown, stepping closer to my human.
“Hey bodyguard,” he adds. “Lemme get you another drink. What’ll it be? We’ve got an aged whiskey that I’m sure will be right up your alley.”
Whiskey?
I know better than to accept when he’s surely just trying to distract me from my so-called bodyguard duties. But it’s been centuries since I’ve had a good drink.
That mixed crap I just chugged might as well have been sewer water.
And before I know it, Jeeves appears at my side, carrying a gleaming bottle on a tray. He pours a glass for me and Blondie before disappearing again, leaving us the bottle on a little table.
June watches me like she’s trying to read the situation. Maybe she’s figured out that Mr. Rich Boy is trying to get me drunk so he can get her alone without a bodyguard in the way. But if so, she doesn’t need to worry.
