BODYGUARD - Part One (The BODYGUARD Series, Book 1) by Erika Wyld Read Free Book Online

main course?"
    "Anything. Give it to me, Jamie. I'm yours."
    He smiles. "First, I want you to think about something."
    "Anything," I ooze, as I wriggle to get comfortable to what I know is to come. Mr. Bodyguard is about to give me the fuck of my life, something to remember.
    "It's criminal," I hear him say.
    I'm still at the peak of arousal. If he'd said jump off the Empire State Building, I'd have said, ‘right after we fuck.'
    "What's criminal?"
    "You. Denying your talent to the world. If I could do something that well, I'd shout it from the rooftops. Tell me you'll think about it."
    I've gone from hot to cold in record time. "I can't. If you knew the reasons, you wouldn't ask me."
    I'm still waiting for him. It's weird, hot and cold, like a sweet and sour Chinese meal. Right now, I'm more cold than hot, and I want to return to that high plateau of lust.
    "So tell me about it."
    I have no choice. I'm his slave. I tell him, and he's kind and sympathetic.
    "That's a terrible story, Tiff. But you know, most people who succeed have a few failures in their past."
    "I can't."
    "Tell me you'll start working on it again. Tell me, and we'll carry on."
    "I'll think on it." The reply comes out of my mouth like it’s jet propelled. He kisses me and starts to undress. He reaches for a condom. My arousal soars to new heights, and he begins. He doesn't disappoint, and as he eases his rock-hard shaft into me, I forget everything. My concern about Emily, as well as the embarrassment I will face when I go into work tomorrow. I almost forget the promise I made.
    To work on my songs and my singing, until the next event makes an even bigger fool of me. Right now, it's worth it. I gasp with pleasure as his tongue finds my nipple and gives it a quick tug. His hands are both around my ass, and he is pulling me onto him, tighter, tighter, higher, and higher. Can any man have one that long? This one can.
    I hear him say, “We’ll give the Karaoke bar a miss, but I want us to meet up tomorrow night. I'd like to show you something. Can you make it?”
    “Uh, huh.” I am flying.
    “Sure? I’d like you to come.”
    Me, too! “Uh, huh.”
    "Tiffany..."
    Not now. Aarrgghhh...As my brain fizzles, I remember he said something about tomorrow night.

Chapter Nine
     
     
    I stare across the street at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. I've never been inside and can't believe this is happening. A long, red carpet stretches out from the hotel entrance, and there are barriers to hold back the fans. There are about a hundred people waiting to see her, Erin Best, singer, TV star, and celebrity. She's a hot item. She's also very beautiful. At twenty-six years of age, she has the looks and body of a sixteen-year-old gymnast. I wish!
    He comes out of the lobby and walks toward me. He is beautiful, wearing a crisp, tailored suit, fresh, snow-white linen shirt, and a tie. His shoes are polished black, showing the best, most expensive leather. I'm wearing my LBD. It's my best dress, and I know I'm about to be outclassed, but it's all I have. The five-inch black patent heels are Jimmy Choo, so I hope people notice my feet before the dress.
    He kisses me. I close my eyes and see a shower of sparks. I know the gawkers must wonder about this handsome hunk, and the girl he made a beeline for. Necks crane when he walks me inside. I feel excited and nervous. I am two people, celebrity and trespasser.
    He senses my tension and gives my hand a gentle squeeze. "We're good, don't worry. Nearly there."
    Inside the lobby, it's like a dream. I can't believe I'm here after Jamie reveals a part of his life to me. This is his world, his career as a bodyguard, and tonight is a typical night. He introduces me to Dave Chisholm and Carl Brasher, two hunky guys. Not quite as handsome as Jamie, but passable, very passable.
    They are the other bodyguards hired to protect singing sensation Erin Best. She's giving a press conference in this shrine to luxury and wealth. I’m almost overawed;