Page 2 of My Bodyguard’s The Boss

Dominic didn’t even smile. He rarely did. In the full year he had worked for Austin, he could count the number of times he’d made the guy smile on one hand—which was a shame. Dominic had a gorgeous smile, soft and understated, completely at odds with his massive physique. Every time Austin glimpsed that smile, he wanted to grovel to have it again.

“Sorry to interrupt, Mr. Wayne,” Dominic began. “But I was wondering if I could have your guest’s phone?”

Austin held back a groan. Dominic had never been wrong about this once. He let go of Ryan and stepped back. “You heard the man.”

Ryan gaped. He was still blushing, though now it was turning from excitement to blotchy panic.

“What?” Ryan asked. “Why?”

“I couldn’t possibly guess,” Austin said coolly. He kept his posture lazy and calm, the way he always did in roles. No need to get scary until the situation called for it. Luckily, so many people had seen his movies they could recognize what his calm demeanor hid. At least, what his characters hid. In real life, Austin was about as threatening as a baby squirrel.

But Ryan didn’t know that. He shrank back, rubbing his arms self-consciously. “I—I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

Austin tried to think of a threatening monologue. He’d delivered so many on-screen threats it was hard to keep track. But before he could decide on one, Dominic stepped up and held out a hand.

“It’s very simple,” he said. “Give me your phone.”

Ryan spluttered. He was utterly focused on Dominic now—his massive, looming stature and his muscles bulging under his impeccable suit. It was the kind of voice that would suit something rough, like Austin played up in his roles. But Dominic’s voice was so smooth and commanding that it featured in Austin’s fantasies ever since he started working here last year.

“Now,” Dominic said, his voice sharpening.

Ryan squirmed.

Dominic stepped closer, his polished shoes brushing Ryan’s. “Mr. Highsmith. You can make this easy for yourself, or you can make it very hard. Which do you prefer?”

Austin held back a shiver. God, what he wouldn’t do to have Dominic talk to him like that. Sometimes he pushed the guy just to hear him talk to him in that tone of voice. Like Austin was some unruly brat that Dominic could order around.

“Okay,” Ryan blurted, digging his phone out of his pocket. “But I wasn’t doing anything bad! I was just⁠—”

Dominic took it off him. Austin walked around to peer at the screen: a voice recording. Great.

“It’s not streaming anywhere,” Dominic reported. He ended the recording, then held it out. “Delete it.”

Ryan swallowed. “What?”

“Delete it,” Dominic repeated. “Now.”

Austin had to reach down and adjust himself. He loved watching Dominic deal with these assholes.

Ryan grudgingly hit the delete button. “There. Happy?”

“When you’re safely off the property, yes.” Dominic tucked Ryan’s phone back in his pocket, the intimacy making Ryan choke on air. “I’ll walk you to the door. Someone else will be there to escort you out. If you ever trespass on Mr. Wayne’s property again, we will slap you with so many lawsuits your head will ring. Now turn around and walk to the door.”

Still spluttering, Ryan did.

Austin watched them vanish into the front hall, his heart and his cock throbbing in unison. Tonight would provide him with weeks’ worth of spank bank material. Maybe he should start seeking out people like this. It was risky, but he’d risk it and more to witness Dominic being all commanding like that.

He sat down on the couch, splaying out as casually as he could. If he couldn’t calm his racing heart, he could at least hide it.

“Your shift is over,” he said as Dominic came back into the room, his footsteps virtually soundless despite his hulking size. “Night shift’s taking over. Why are you still here?”

“I only leave when you’re in bed,” Dominic said simply. “Then night shift can take over.”

Austin rolled his eyes, fighting down a flutter of butterflies that always arose when Dominic was protective. It didn’t mean anything. Being protective was literally his job. He just took it more seriously than most.

“Those aren’t the rules, and you know it,” Austin said, fiddling idly with the top button of his shirt. He undid it with a sigh, sagging back into the couch. “I should have gotten laid tonight. You owe me.”

He expected the usual cool response. For all of Austin’s teasing, Dominic stayed—for the most part—purely professional. But Dominic stepped closer, until his legs were almost brushing Austin’s knees. Then he cocked his head, staring down at Austin in a way that made him want to hide in the cushions.