I walked out the door of my bedroom.
Kim Seamus “Mo” Morrison, my bodyguard and the mostfascinating man I’d ever met, followed me.
Chapter Three
Start with Your Toes
Mo
She was on the stage, busting out a performance toShakira’s “Loca,” and making Mo, for the first time since he started with Hawk,wish he had another job.
Honest to fuck, if he managed to get through the wholenight, and all three of her feature sets (this was number two), without jumpingoff the stage and punching every motherfucker watching her in the throat, it’dbe a miracle.
He got why she was the headliner.
He got why it was a packed house.
She was graceful.She knew how to dance.She was beautiful.She had an awesome outfit on (or was taking it off).
And she was sexyAF.
Christ.
He’d learned during the first set that he needed to watchthe crowd, which was his goddamned job, and not her or he’d be standing in theshadows just offstage, unable to take his eyes off her at the same timefighting his dick getting hard.
Which was what every motherfucker out there was doing.
And why Mo wanted to punch them all in the throat.
Fuck.
If they didn’t get this guy and soon, this was going to betorture.
Mo knew this without a doubt.
And he knew it wasn’t just about her dancing.
It was also about her just beingher.
But he was trying not to go there.
And failing.
Her house was the shit.
Her fridge was as neat as his (if he went grocery shopping,which was rare, he was too busy working and hanging with his buds and hisfamily, but if he did, the inside of his fridge looked like hers, mostly,without the lining up of shit, but he’d start doing that the minute he got theshot).
Her barefoot, all that blonde hair tumbling down, in thattight tank and those jeans with her little ass he could palm in one hand, forfuck’s sake.
That massive bed he’d give his left testicle to fuck her in.
The fact she could concede a point in a discussion withoutbeing a bitch about it.
Her huge, bright white smile.
And most of all, how she’d taken the news from Hawk andSmithie.
She read the letter.Hawk’s call.Smithie had not liked it(and honestly, Mo didn’t either), but Hawk wanted her to understand theseriousness of the situation.
