And that had nothing to do with the gun worn openly on hiship.
It had to do with what that compression shirt barelycontained, not to mention the carved protrusion of the muscles of his bicepsexposed by the short sleeves, the sinewy, richly veined lengths of his forearmsand the trunks of his long legs covered in dark gray commando pants.
He shut the door behind him, twisted at the waist and Iheard the lock click.
He twisted back to me.
“Hey,” I forced out.
He dipped his chin.
“You’re Mo,” I stated unnecessarily.
“Yup,” he agreed.
“Okay, so…”
I stood there, barefoot, in my tight tank that had ridden upto gather around my middle and as such exposed an inch of flat belly over mylow-slung faded jeans, and I didn’t know what to do.
He was looking me in the eye.
Right in the eye.
Not once did his gaze drift down.
Or up, to my hair.
I had great hair.
And great tits.
And, well, not to be conceited or anything, but consideringa lot of folks came to watch me take my clothes off, it wasn’t lost on me I hada good body.But I already knew that because I just did.
I was struggling with dealing with a man who not only lookedlike this but was also as big as this and was there for the purpose he wasthere.
But it was worse because I had no clue how to deal with aman who looked me right in the eye and appeared to have no interest in anythingbeyond that.
Except for the fact I was no longer freaked out, andconsidering Smithie had phoned to tell me I now had a bodyguard, though he’dshared he’d explain why later, my freakout might have been mild, but I’d stillbeen freaking.
Now, instead, I was battling the urge to climb him like atree.
I contained the urge and asked, “How freaked out should I bethat Smithie put you on me?”
“Hawk’llget into that.”
Well, there you go.
Freakout returned.
I mean…
Hawk Delgado?
Smithie hadn’t mentioned Hawk Delgado.
Smithie had only mentioned I had a bodyguard, and ugly stuffhad gone down at the club in the past.Ugly stuff that tore Smithie up.So Iput it down to him being overcautious, something he was now on a normal basis.
Hawk Delgado was either reaching the extremes ofovercautious or shit was serious.
