“Who says you won’t?”
“I’m five years older than you.” I find a piece of gum in my pocket and peel the foil. “And I’m still taller than you too.”By one inch.
“I forgot that in your fucked-up alternate universe,heightdetermines one’s life expectancy.”
I laugh a short laugh and pop my gum in my mouth.
We stand still on either side of my bed, and neither of us really moves. I skim his wardrobe, just a green T-shirt, jeans, and a cheap canvas watch. He looks like he’s worth twenty bucks, not over a billion.
His quiet humility makes him seem even older.
My eyes flit up to his, and he visibly tenses.
One of us needs to speak. Not jokingly. No humor. I rarely have serious conversations with him, and to be his bodyguard, our serious talks need to outweigh all the others.
I rake both of my hands through my hair for the third time today. Pushing the strands back. “What are your plans for tonight?”
My words must wash over him like a bucket of ice water. He cringes, looks away and shakes his head a few times. “This is too fucking weird.”
I slowly chew my gum, thinking of how to approach this. I’m attaching myself to his life. Not the other way around. I’d be just as irked if our positions were reversed.
“Help me make my bed,” I say.
Maximoff easily takes the detour, and he motions for me to give him the corner of the sheet. I do.
He’d never reject someone’s request for help. I can’t even remember the last time I asked him to help me with anything.
Most likely never.
We both hook my fitted sheet onto the corners of the mattress, and then I toss him a pillow and the black pillowcase.
I stare at him for a long moment, and his daggered green eyes lift to my brown. We slow down, and neither of us needs to speak to be aware of the taut air.
I know the source.
He knows the source.
It’ssex.Sex is the untouched topic.
Maximoff Hale is the most eligible bachelor in the country. It’s public knowledge that he frequents nightclubs and bars. It’s myjob tohidehow many one-night stands he has from the media.
The security team gossips, but Declan never shared with anyonehow many people Maximoff fucks. I’m now supposed to safeguard that mystery. And whoever he wants to sleep with, I have the distinct responsibility of not only meeting them.
But interrogating them.
I’ll get them to sign a Non-Disclosure Agreement. I’ll stand guard at his bedroom door in case something bad happens. I’ll be there until they leave. I’ll even escort them out of his townhouse.
I’m the one who has to protect his cock. And his heart.
“You can trust me,” I tell him.
He shakes my pillow into its case. “Ihaveto trust you. There’s a fucking difference.”
I pop a bubble and tilt my head back and forth, considering both statements. “You’llseethat you can trust me sooner rather than later. I work for you now. Not your mom.”
Those words loosen his shoulders a fraction. The whole security team often refers back to the parents since most of the Hale, Meadows, and Cobalt children are still underage. Out of fear ofparental wrath and subsequent termination, many bodyguards would snitch on Maximoff in a heartbeat.
I won’t.
